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The sensation of Malachi—the unyielding weight and smooth, hard contours of his body, the earthy scent—upended me completely, unlocking doors that had never been opened, shaking loose feelings that had been bolted down. Need and terror. Now and then. Every time we’d kissed in the past, he’d let me be in control, let me set the pace.
Not this time.
Not this time.
