His touch was simple, but specific, meant to show me he could be like a lover, gentle, intimate, but also that he was a man unaccustomed to hearing the word no. Yes. I understood. He was a man, and I? I was nothing but a girl, not even a woman. I was meant to fall at his feet and worship at the altar of his masculinity, grateful that he’d deigned to acknowledge me. All this, from a simple touch.

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Mots clés erotica captive-in-the-dark

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People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night.

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Mots clés dark light caleb captive-in-the-dark

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Each day I was more vulnerable than the last. Each day he stripped away more of my sense of self. And now he'd taken the last of it, the last of me. But who did that make me? An extension of him? Someone new? I didn't know. Didn't want to know.

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Mots clés caleb livvie captive-in-the-dark c-j-roberts the-dark-duet

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the only way to truly be safer, was to accept the dark

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Mots clés love erotic captive-in-the-dark

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I wanted to cry for wanting to cry.

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Mots clés crying truths captive-in-the-dark

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I cried for a while, taking solace in the comforting lie of his embrace. The illusion, the fantasy, it helped. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay here forever, held tight to his chest, his fingers stroking my hair, his heart beating against my ear: you’re-safe, trust-me, love-you. Love. Did I want him to love me? Yes. I wanted someone to love me. And what was love if not someone risking their lives to save you? Caleb had saved me. Did it mean he loved me? A part of me wanted to think so. To believe in a romantic ideal that didn’t exist. I wanted to believe the lie. But more than that – I wanted it not to be a lie

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Mots clés lie darl captive-in-the-dark

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