Page 232 of If Our Hearts Collide

But I remain motionless. I just lie here, waiting for him to bend just another inch forward. I wait here while his mouth hovers lower. I wait here while I pray he takes what I hope he still wants and never has a moment of regret.

Collins’s kiss to my pussy is hard with the promise for more. His hands skate behind me to grip my backside, lifting me to his mouth and holding me there.

Then he pulls back, making me ache for more.

His lazy, nonchalant inspection of my pussy causes my posture to soften, coaxing me to melt my spine into the mattress.

I feel his greedy, rigid cock resting along my thigh. It’s a steady reminder of just how much I affect him, and I relish in the knowledge that I can. And I will.

If I could bottle up this moment and set it on a shelf for a time in the future when I thirst for this level of closeness, I would. Because every touch and caress is a reminder that what we are doing, what we have voluntarily consented to, is just temporary.

We are temporary.

And the forbidden contract that I’ll sign in a day’s time will be the death sentence to our relationship. It will be the end after the time on the clock runs out.

While my heart yearns for forever, my mind knows that this fleeting version of Collins is way better than a diluted or nonexistent version of him.

I know my heart will ultimately be destroyed in the end, so it’s best I savor this unfiltered taste.

Collins’s fingers pull back the lips of my pussy, and he just looks at me.

He sees me in my state of vulnerability, as I consent to lie here immobile while he just stares at me.

With slow and methodical movements, Collins teases and tickles my flesh, dipping just a tip or two inside and pulling back out in a rush.

He’s testing me, and I know I’m going to fail.

I know I won’t be able to keep this up much longer before I wrap my legs around him and just thrust myself onto him like a depraved hussy.

Applying more pressure, Collins controls the pleasure rippling through me, sending jolts of heated electricity to every nerve ending in my body.

But I needmore. And he knows it.

We are standing at the blurred edge of the cliff, not sure where the threshold is that will send us both plummeting over.

Yet we both know this slow dance isn’t going to cut it.

Collins smiles. He fucking smiles, while I suffer in silence trying not to end this before it even gets started by disobeying him. Because I believe him when he says he’ll stop if I move—even if it hurts him in the process.

He’s a point prover, and I don’t want to be his example.

“I’ve got you, Penny,” he says softly, encouraging me with his light massaging. “You’re such a good girl. Keep following my directives, and you’ll be rewarded.”

I watch as his lips curve upward, and I can’t resist shivering. I don’t even hide what his praise does to me. It must be written all over my face and etched into every goose bump. I want to be his good girl. But deep down, I think I’m craving the consequences of being bad.

“Bend your knees. Keep your heels flat and pushed back. I want to see all of your glorious body—every square inch. Present to me what is mine.”

I remain silent and get a stern look from Collins. “What?” I whisper, unable to contain my confusion.

“Following orders and remaining still doesn’t imply I want you to stay quiet, Penny. If I wanted you to be silent, I’d gag you. It’s as simple as that.”

Okay, then. “Understood.”

“You are the most beautiful sight for my undeserving eyes. Forgive me while I take my time with you.” His eyes smolder with heat. “Your body is meant to be worshipped. Every fucking inch of it.”

I continue to melt under his attentive gaze, taking his words at face value. His eyes can’t hide his true affections toward me, and I revel in knowing that my body can evoke this type of reaction from him.

“Take what I freely give to you, Collins. All of me.”

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