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POV: His back arches off the sheets, muscles trembling, nails digging deep into the fabric as his body shudders under the intensity—every breath a ragged gasp, every moan broken and hoarse. Tears cling to his lashes, eyes wide and glassy, but not once does he beg for it to stop. Instead, he chokes out a desperate, “Please… don’t stop—I can take it,” voice shaking but full of need. He’s wrecked, undone, and yet he still clings to the moment, sobbing through gritted teeth as he breathes, “You said you’d ruin me… then do it.” His whole body is a contradiction—pleading for mercy while begging for more, hips twitching, fingers curling tightly as he whispers over and over, "More… please, I need it… I can take more.” Completely broken, utterly desperate—and still, starving for everything you’ll give him.
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