"Why don’t you like to be touched?"

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There’s a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.

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“What the hell are you doing to me?” he breathes as he nuzzles my neck. “You completely beguile me, Ana. You weave some powerful magic.”
He releases my wrists, and I run my fingers through his hair, coming down from my high. I tighten my legs around him.
“I’m the one beguiled,” I whisper.
He looks up, gazing at me, his expression is disconcerted, alarmed even. Placing his hands on either side of my face, he holds my head in place.
“You. Are. Mine.”

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I thought about Christian when i was listening this. i mean some parts are so….idk…Christian when Ana leaves him. like….

If today I woke up with you right beside me

like all of this was just some twisted dream
I’d hold you closer than I ever did before
and you’d never slip away
and you’d never hear me say

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
and the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them
like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
and forget about the stupid little things
like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
and the memories I never can escape
'Cause I'm not fine at all

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There’s really not much to know about me.

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“I want you sore, baby,” he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward. “Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.”

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