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Power And Dominance
"No..no....Don't say that," she shook her head as tears poured down her cheeks. Her defences crumbling in the face of his confession. How long she had been craving to hear it from him. She had always daydreamed about him confessing to her. So much that it had started to feel like a far-fetched dream now.
"I love you, sweetheart. I love you......" he repeated over and over again for her to listen and believe it.
"Don't say it...don't.." she lowered her face and clenched her eyes shut. She didn't want to hear it for it didn't bring her boundless joy she had expected but a ruthless stab of pain. It didn't make her heart flutter but squeezed it brutally.
He held her tearstained cheeks and brought his lips closer to her face. He will take all her pain away and fill her life with happiness. He planted a brief kiss on her cheek. mumbling the words against her soft skin. A chaste contact and he felt his entire being glowed up. Ho
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