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"It’s the pregnancy," I manage. "Everything's more..."

"More?"

"Just more."

He hums against my skin, filing that information away.

Everything about this is different than what I'm used to.

Dylan took.

Regnor gives.

Dylan rushed.

Regnor savors.

Dylan made me feel like my pleasure was an inconvenience.

Regnor acts like it's his mission.

His hand slides between my thighs, and I tense automatically.

He pauses immediately. "Okay?"

"Yes. Just... habit."

"Bad habit," he says darkly. "Let me give you better ones."

His fingers are gentle but sure, learning what makes me gasp, what makes me moan.

He watches my face like I'm a puzzle he's solving, adjusting his touch based on my reactions.

"That's it," he encourages when my hips start moving. "Take what you need."

The permission breaks something in me.

I've spent so long being still, being quiet, being whatever Dylan wanted.

Now Regnor's telling me to take, and I don't know how.

"I don't..." I struggle for words. "I'm not good at..."

"At what?"

"Asking for things. Saying what I want."

His fingers still. "Then we'll learn together. Start small. Do you want me to keep touching you?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

My face burns, but he's patient, waiting.

"Where you are. But... harder?"

He adjusts his touch, and I cry out.