Page 210 of If Our Hearts Collide

I’m the devil possessing the angel, staking my claim on her and crossing the line that can no longer be seen.

This is wrong, and yet I have no power left in me to stop it.

With the heel of my foot, I push open her legs to widen her stance to give me better access to the hot spot between her thighs.

The hand massaging over her bra takes a detour underneath, enjoying the way her nipples are hardening just from my touch.

“You are fucking perfection.”

Penny shifts her weight from foot to foot, wiggling her bottom into my crotch as she squirms from the pressure I’m applying with my hands.

“I want…”

“What do you want, Princess?”

I widen her stance further with another kick to her heel. I know what she wants before her brain can even comprehend it. I can feel her desires trembling through her.

But I want her to say it. I need that verbal consent when this is still so new to both of us. I need that reassurance that I’m not entirely a monster.

“I want your hands”—she wiggles her delectable ass against me again—“inside my panties.”

Fuck, yes.

Moving my hand up and out of her shorts, I rest it on her stomach.

She is soft in all the right places, and I want to savor this moment and commit it to memory.

With concentrated slowness, I peel back the waistband of her scrap of panties and slide my hand inside the warmth radiating between her legs—all while pinching her nipples and alternating sides.

“Hmmm…” Penny hums, resting more of her weight onto me.

Her soft tuft of hair gathers stickiness from the liquid leaking out, and a part of me can’t wait until I can shave her bare so that every touch I give her will be exaggerated in feeling.

“You are primed and ready.”

“Yes…” She allows the ending sound to linger.

I can feel Penny’s pulse quicken as we press against one another, every curve of her delectable body fitting perfectly with mine like a puzzle.

My lips move to her ear, as I nibble on her lobe. “I’m going to have so much fun making you mine.”

“Hmm… I want to be yours. And you mine.”

Flashbacks of memories flitter through my vision, and I push them away. I need to stay in this moment—in present time—and not think back to the last person I thought wasmine.

Because if my mind fully goes there, I’ll remember just how damaged I really am.

Penny rotates her hips in a rolling motion, humping herself on my hand, as her ass cheeks tease my cock that is hardening to a painful level behind her.

I feel like a teenage boy who can come in his pants if she continues these simple but effective movements.

Curling my middle finger, I press it against her opening.

“Do you touch yourself here, Princess?”

“Yes.”

“Do you use your fingers or your toys?”

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