“Too much?" he asks.
I nod desperately.
He halts, pulling out a bit. Instant panic spreads through my stomach. I didn't say stop. I didn't ask him to stop. We agreed that he wouldn't-
"That's too bad," he says, his voice at once mean and fond, like he contains every multitude I'll ever need. "Since you'll take what I fucking give you." He rocks back inside, knocking any sense of self out of me. My entire body tightens around him, around his words, and I think that maybe I'm- "Oh sweetheart. Already? Just from this?”
―
Ali Hazelwood,
Deep End