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I'm still not...I'll never be...entirely comfortable with the idea...or the actuality...of handling him roughly. I made love to him...a litter harder than usual...and I know he's fine...I can see it in his eyes...feel it in how relaxed his body is. He would never lie to me and he told me that he fine.

"It's what you needed too... I felt it. Its okay to need that from me. It doesn't make me-- it doesn't scare me. You could never hurt me. I trust that... I trust you..."

"I would die first...before I hurt you..."

"I know..." he says, caressing my cheek. "Are you ok? You dont seem that happy..."

"I'm happy..." I smile softly. "Now that I know you're okay..."