Eli moans, trying to keep his eyes on Vernique. He's also trying to keep ahold of a thought or two he was having, but Vernique's rhythm makes that nearly impossible.
"You can grasp as hard as you need to, Vernique. You will not harm me." Eli says, laying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
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