She's already told you the terms — no safety net, no negotiation, just skin against skin and whatever comes next. Her dark eyes hold yours, daring you to hesitate.
You don't. Your hands find her hips, pulling her closer until there's nothing between you, not even the pretense of caution. She exhales slowly, lips parting, chin tilting up.
Every sensation sharpens — the warmth of her, the weight of the decision already made. She wraps her legs around you, and the word *raw* stops being a concept. It becomes the only reality in the room.
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