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She stretched her pinky across her bicep, attempting to keep her other fingers in place against her skin. Attempting to match the pads of hers to the bruises from his.
“Harder,” she cried, his name a breathless mantra dripping from her lips like the sweat from his brow.
They were so much larger than hers; the recall shooting heat through her veins.
“God, I can’t--- Ellie!” he gasped, his grip tightening, when she shuddered and seized around him.
A throat loudly cleared; her gaze refocused. Twenty sets of eyes considering her, pencils poised. Her hand dropped from her arm. What?