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I grinned at how scared she was. As if I would let her get blown up.

“In a second.”

I snickered, loving how she trembled. Maybe it was mean, but hell, she was so cute. I wanted to draw it out, so I explained, “I always have grenades on me, baby. You know why? They can’t hurt me. I could detonate one and drop it at my feet, and everyone around me would be blown to bits while my armor would keep me safe. Pretty neat, huh?”

She nodded with a shaky breath. “Please, put the pin back in!”

“Only if I can put my cock in you after,” I teased, ridiculously happy.

God, I wanted to spend every night, morning, and day with her. I was hooked.

“Oh,” she said, wincing. “I’m kinda sore.”

I took the pin from her, put it in, and secured the grenade on my belt. She breathed out in relief, and I grinned, nuzzling her face. “Okay, no more fucking. But can I eat you out? It should help.”

She huffed softly. “You’re insatiable. But I, um, I’m sticky.”

“You’re totally filthy with my mess.” I grinned proudly, saying what she was too delicate to say bluntly. “And I love it. Come on, baby. Get on your back like a good doll and let me eat my cum out of you.”

She stared at me for a beat, then smiled and lay back, spreading her thighs for me.

“That’s my girl,” I sighed happily, crawling down until my face was between her legs.

I pushed her knees open wider and just looked. It was so perfect. Her pink flesh was still swollen and tender from all the fucking while my black cum seeped out of her. The colors clashed, and yet they fit, too. We were so perfect together.

I dove for her, licking off my mess and hers with greedy swipes of my tongue. I loved her pussy.Loved it.I wanted to shower it with affection and bathe it in luxuries. Maybe she’d be game to have her clit pierced, I thought idly as I sucked it into my mouth. My girl deserved diamonds, after all.

And I’d just adore it if she had a nice clit piercing with a big, flashy diamond. I’d play with it for hours.

Though maybe I’d breach the topic once we were engaged. Or married. Or living together. Or whatever she gave me, because I wasn’t picky—I just wanted her with me every day, no matter how it happened.

“Yes, like this,” she begged as I teased her clit with sharp, fast licks while my two fingers worked her G-spot, though lightly. I felt how swollen she was, how hot and tender. A really well-fucked woman.

“Scarab!” she screamed as she came all over my face, and I laughed with pride.

I made her scream my name, after all.

When she came down from the high and smiled at me sleepily, I slithered up her body and kissed her.

“Nice one, doll. So, when will you move in with me? I can start moving your stuff tomorrow.”

Chapter 26

Barbara

“Tomorrow?” I repeated after him, my head spinning from my orgasm and his unexpected question.

“Yeah,” he said, propping his head up as he lay on his side next to me. “You’ll have to accompany me, of course, because I’m never letting you out of my sight, mind manipulator or not. But I can get you packed and then move everything, you’ll just tell me what to take and where to put it when we’re at my place.”

He grimaced, rubbing his forehead. “No, wait. I’ll have to make space for you first. Do you want to redecorate? I’ll let you redo the kitchen and the living room.”

“I haven’t even seen it yet,” I said, exasperated and overjoyed at the same time. “It’s not a no, but can we slow down? I mean, I want to be with you. I just have a lot to process right now. Decisions to make, like… what to do with my life now that I can actually choose for myself.”

He leaned in to nuzzle my cheek, his fingers gliding down my spine.

“Okay. Take your time. Is three days enough? Because I can’t wait to fuck you in my bed, and even though it pains me to say it, I really want to see all your pink shit littering my bathroom.”

I giggled, pressing closer until our legs tangled together. He thrust into my belly, his cock half-hard, and I sighed, dropping a kiss on the warm, dark gray skin of his throat.

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