Maybe he meant to hit me, but I rolled off the bed, and when Jason landed hard enough in the middle of it to collapse the frame, no one was on the bed but him. He'd thrown his hair over one shoulder like a cape, so that it was out of the way. I frowned at him. Nathaniel had covered us in his hair, but had very carefully avoided touching our skin with his.
Stop playing with her. It was one of the most delicate things I'd ever felt when a man was inside me. Even better. I could see down the line of his body, and he looked tired, spent.
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