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I Was Nothing
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River Audra No! Don't fall into despair... you are wanted. You are loved. You are important and we need you. OOO
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DOM I was ruined. I could still feel her on my skin. Could still taste her on my tongue. Could still hear the fucking moan she let out when she— Fuck. I pressed my forehead against the cold wood of my bedroom door, my breath uneven, my body aching. Every inhale felt too shallow, every exhale ragged, like my lungs had forgotten how to function. My body was still burning, my head still spinning, and my cock still aching—even after she had just wrecked me. I shuddered. My fingers curled into fists against the doorframe, nails biting into my palms. A sharp sting. A distraction. But it did nothing to stop the way my body still throbbed from the memory of her. She had devoured me. She had owned me. And the worst part? She had left me like this. Not just because of what she did. Not just because she had dropped to her knees, taken me into her mouth, and consumed me like I was her fucking last meal. No. What ruined me was what came after. The way she touched herse
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