I keep my legs open, my dress bunched up around my waist, half naked, while he looks at me and undresses.The belt falls to the floor with a loud, hard thump. The boots kick out. When he's just wearing his pants, he hesitates. It's brief, but I understand, then he undoes the buttons, the zipper, and finally he's naked before me, like before in the pools.The surrounding candles give his scarred skin a statuesque illumination, full of hard, perfect contours. A body worked to the limit by exercise and war.I see the scar on his left side.The one I helped heal when I found him on the beach. On the right flank there is another. From when our carriage fell in the forest and a tree crossed it...His life was threatened a thousand times and Miguel survived.He will never die.Without clothes the wolf appears even taller than normal. And this part… this part between your legs… is simply too big…"I'm going to hurt you. And you're going to like it."I go? Because all I can think about is pain
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