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The question caught me off guard. I blinked, and his eyes held mine, unreadable, waiting. I didn't know the answer. I didn't know if I trusted him. I knew I wanted whatever he was going to give me, and the mark I would get after this.

There was nothing like trust between us, but I still gave a small nod. The motion was awkward with his thumb still in my mouth.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” I managed around his thumb, the word slurred and wet.

His eyes flickered, and something moved behind them. Approval, m
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