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He runs a thumb along my jawline in the softest caress. “I always want to remember what you look like right now, laid out and fully satisfied. Naked. Still dripping on my beanbag chair. What I wouldn’t give to have a picture of this.”

My heart stutters in my chest in a wholly unexpected way at the suggestion. “So take one.”

His spine straightens and his eyes go wide. Above me, he’s frozen. Stunned.

Lowering onto the buoyant cushion once more, I peer up through hooded lashes, confident and eager for what I’m about to request.

“Take my picture, Kylian.”

Chapter 29

Kylian

Mymindkicksintooverdrive, the urge to protect her igniting every nerve in my body.

“Take my picture, Kylian.” Her voice is so calm. As if that isn’t the most vulnerable thing she could ever ask me to do.

My answer is swift and solemn.

“Jo. No.”

“Kylian.Yes.” She pushes up on her elbows, making her breasts press together.

She’s a fucking dream, laid out in front of me. Her hair’s a mess, her body relaxed and soft. Her creamy pale skin is still pink in all the erogenous zones because of her orgasm. It’s a vision I want to remember forever. But not so badly I’ll risk hurting her.

“Take my picture,” she repeats, as if saying it multiple times will persuade me. “Please.”

I inhale, then let the breath out slowly, knowing it won’t do much to steady the hammering of my heart, but trying anyway.

I can’t take her picture. I would never forgive myself.

This is what I’ve been working to eradicate from her life. I’ve vowed to myself that I would remove every invasion of privacy of her stripped-down, naked body from the Internet. Taking a new picture of her like this would transgress those efforts.

As if she can read my spiraling thoughts, she reaches out. “Hey.” Her expression is soft. Her words are soothing.

I don’t deserve the solace she provides. Not after such a careless suggestion.

With a shudder, I sink to my knees. Remorse and regret war for dominance. “I’m sorry I said that. I shouldn’t have even brought it up.”

I don’t often think without speaking anymore. It took years of practice, but I’ve mastered the ability to slow down and think through the implications of my words before I voice them, especially if they have the potential to hurt someone.

She pulls me closer and kisses my knuckles. “This doesn’t scare me, Kylian.” She tilts her head and dons a small smile. How can she smile about this? “There’s a big difference between having pictures taken of my unconscious body as it’s being violated and posing for a nude to share with a person I love.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want it. And I do, Kylian. I want it.” She squeezes my hand. “Take my picture, please. Let me give this to you freely and willingly, from a place of love. I know you’ll keep it safe. Just like I know you’ll always keep me safe.”

“Always.” I smash my mouth against hers in an urgent kiss.

Fuck. We’re doing this.

“You’re sure?” I whisper against her lips.

By the time I’ve heaved myself to standing again, she’s already posed her body for me, tits pressed together, legs spread wide.

“Take my picture, Daddy.”

Taking her at her word, I pull out my phone and assess my girl on the screen. Once I have the shot lined up, I look over the edge of the device and lock eyes with her.

She gives me the coyest smile and the slightest nod.