[ Another woman might see that and go easy — but not her. Not Andy, who's always been equally capable of cruelty and tenderness in turns. She moves efficient and almost thoughtless ease, barely batting an eyelash as she straddles his hips to pin him down under her body weight. Her free hand braces just below his sternum, and she leans into it, pushing down when she leans over him, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes as she thrusts those two fingers slowly in and out of the wound. Just once — just to see if he'll take it. ]
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