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"I want to make you weep. I want all your pleasure, Iris, all your pain, everything you are. Come for me." And she felt herself bow with the stark white bliss of her epiphany, the shattering realization of his words and his hands and his mouth. She was gasping for breath, shaking, lost, unseeing. The center of her being pulsing with pleasure."