Page 233 of If Our Hearts Collide

“I can’t wait to ruin you for every other man.”

“Yes…”

“You are so fucking perfect that by the time I’m through, your body will only respond to my touch.”

“Hmmm…”

Without more time to think, Collins leans even farther on his knees and blows right onto my wide-opened pussy. I hold myself still, only pressing my weight farther into the comforter that is covering the mattress. Every muscle in my body tenses, making me wonder if he could get me to orgasm—something I’ve only ever experienced by my own handiwork and even that is up for debate.

Then I feel it.

His lips…

His breath…

His fingers pulling my pussy lips wider.

Ever so slowly, his tongue outlines the curvature of my most private region, hitting every valley and hill along its path. Heat blossoms through me like a winter’s wine, warming me and causing me to leak out all over the surface of his bed, without any conscious way of preventing it.

My entire pelvic region sparks from Collins’s expert touch, igniting into a blaze that I don’t think I can keep contained.

It’s like a fuse is lit and the potential for a massive explosion is on the brink.

“That’s it, my sweet girl,” he says breathily on my most sensitive skin, eliciting a moan from deep within my throat. “You taste like strawberries and cream.”

Hours ago, I was just an assignment. Now, I feel like we’ve evolved into more—so much more. A zing runs through me over the possibility of what the near future might bring, and if it feels like anything that mimics right now, then I’ll be a happy girl.

“Hmm,” I moan, as Collins adds more pressure to his movements.

He licks from my entrance up to my clit and then back down again—over and over, tonguing my pussy. I can’t help but imagine what his actual cock will feel like when it’s inside.

I feel myself gushing all over the bed, unable to stop the force spiraling through me, as Collins rushes to lap up all that I’m offering to him.

With a heart that continues to pound, my breathing picks up in uneven pants.

Collins is handling my body better than I’ve ever done on my own, and it already feels like he has insider’s knowledge.

Placing a kiss on my clit, he raises his head to look at me, depriving me of his physical touch. “Relax and enjoy.”

I grind my teeth at his wicked smile and stiffen my jaw, deflating into the mattress from the pause button being hit. Ishe joking? There’s nothing even remotely relaxing about any of this—especially when I’m forbidden to move. Surely he can see how hard it is not to shove my legs together under his inspecting gaze.

I can’t hide from him. Even when I squeeze my eyes shut, I can still feel his predatory stare on me.

I’m going to be devoured. That’s if he ever gets around to touching me again.

My body tenses as a finger presses against my entrance and then gently pushes inside. Collins fingered me in the viewing booth at Limit-X just last night, but now seems different—more stimulating.

Maybe it’s how exposed I am…

Maybe it’s how I’ve surrendered my body over to him…

When he hooks his finger, I moan out his name, and the man has the nerve to chuckle at me.

Dammit.

Collins knows exactly the effect he has on my body. It’s not as if I’m hiding my true feelings either. From my panting breaths to the way my body is buzzing with excitement, how could he not know the extent he has me literally wrapped around his finger?

“More,” I beg, urging him to speed up from his slow, intentional assault.

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