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She didn’t hesitate. She shook her head, getting some of her hair over her shoulders, just so that she could push it back. Head moving so that her neck stretched, her eyes all heavy and half lidded, her smile turning into a sultry enticement. Like she was begging the males on the other end of the camera to sign up for True Match just for the chance to meet her.

But they would never meet her.

Sophie was only his. The universe might get to witness her on camera, from a distance. They could admire her and envy him, but no one would ever get to touch her again.

The rush of possessiveness made his fingers twitch as the urge to rush her now, shove her down, and cover her body with his almost overwhelmed him.

Almost. He wanted to play his game first.

“Switch legs.”

Again, she obeyed immediately. As she was adjusting her skirt a bit, trying to get it to lay perfectly again, he gave her another order-

“Pull it up.”

“You sure?” She didn’t even look at him. She was focused on her skirt, on the way it lay over her thighs. She hesitated just a bit, but she pulled it up. She wasn’t as sure this time as she leaned back again, posing as she should. “How’s that?” She asked, tossing her hair.

Perfect. She obeyed him so perfectly.

“Looks good,” he said, struggling to hide the huskiness of his voice as need curled in his belly. “Lay all the way down on your back.”

Oblivious to anything happening, she did so. She ran her hands up her own belly, used one to pose by her head, smiled at him, before raising both overhead, smiling up at the combot floating right over top her. Catching her beauty from all angles.

“Good,” he purred, heart pounding, salivating with need. “Now, open your legs.”

She froze. Her eyes immediately darting back down to him. The air between them hummed with strain and silence as what he was doing finally registered in her brain. As she thought about what he said. As she considered the action.

Briefly, her gaze darted to one of the combots, then right back to him. Knowing that they were actively taking photos. Even now. Thousands of still images over the last mark of just the two of them posing and teasing each other.

And now, of him commanding her body. Just as she had posed for him for her pleasure with the door and wall leans, only now this was for him.

She licked her lips, her eyes sparkling, cheeks flushing.

And spread her legs.

Chapter 19

Sophie

She had never done something like this before.

Though Sophie had been living her life in front of cameras since undergrad, she had strict rules against nudes and homemade porn. The latter was a rule partially because homemade porn was never as good of an idea as people thought it was. Porn was not real sex; it was sex specifically planned to look good on camera. People often didn’t realize how ugly their sex actually was and seeing it on camera was a harsh reality check.

But both rules were really in place because she was a public figure. Having someone in possession of nude photos or sex videos meant someone had the power to destroy her online. The sexual titillation wasn’t worth the risk that kind of misplaced faith might bring.

But Serval was her mate. This was her One.

And she wanted it.

She wanted him to have videos, pictures of her body. Something to tease with what he didn’t have, to pleasure himself if they were ever apart. She wanted him so focused on her, that if he wanted to watch porn, he would reach for theirs.

For the first time since she started her videos, she actually felt the eyes of the cameras staring at her. She was acutely aware of them floating in the air, getting her from every angle. Her heart raced, her belly clenched and fluttered, as nerves raced through her.

When she lifted her knees before letting them fall open, exposing the panties of her simple white thong, chosen so that there wouldn’t be any lines in her dress, she shivered. His eyes, the cameras, all of them focused on her as she lay back, running her hands down, grasping her own breasts. Serval watched her, gaze heated, olules waving jerkily, as she pinched her own nipples and canted her hips back, begging for his attention.

His gaze didn’t stray at all as he stepped into the dome created around her by the combots. He shrugged off his open shirt, dropping it on the ground, leaving him in only his tan, calf length pants. It was too easy to picture him walking up a beach, dripping water. A merman come to lure her into the watery depths.

“Panties off,” he ordered, his voice hard and emotionless, in complete contrast to the burning passion lighting up his eyes.

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