Page 236 of If Our Hearts Collide

I don’t think I could get more exposed. He can literally see every vulnerable part of me. But before I get a chance to second-guess what I’m doing, he pushes in what feels like just one finger.

Twisting it, he penetrates me deep, making me want to grind my hips back to get more of him. More of his finger and more of his tongue.

I needmore.

Pulling out, he pushes in with more pressure.

Fuck.

Why do I feel like I’m so tight?

I’ve read that pain and pleasure are similar feelings that are often presented together but never really understood how…

Until now.

Right now, in this moment, I understand why this act can be so alluring.

Then I feel a finger at my other hole.

No.

“I can’t,” I whisper, trying to wiggle and clench off access.

“No square inch of you is off-limits, Princess. And one day soon I will claim you here”—he presses his finger right over my virgin hole—“and when your cries of pain morph into moans of passion, you will know I own you. Fully. And without reservation. But that takes a lot more prep work than I’m patient for right now. So for now, your virtue is safe.”

I let out a sigh of relief, hanging my head. I’m definitely not ready for that right now and am glad he realizes it as well.

His mouth opens so wide I fear he will swallow my entire pussy.

I’m going to die a good death and will think my life was fulfilled because of his mouth.

Once he releases me, Collins moves back to give me the space I definitely don’t need. I want him to?—

CRACK.

“Dammit, you didn’t even warn me,” I scold.

CRACK.

And then I feel it—my pussy leaking. It’s not from the pleasure he previously gave but from the zing of pain he just delivered.

It’s as if my mind is playing tricks on me.

How can…

I feel the trail of liquid down my thigh, and when I hang my head onto the mattress and look between my slightly spread legs, I can see the glistening. I can also see Collins’s expression of…

Adoration?

Pride?

Gratitude?

“You are exquisite, my sweet girl. So responsive and yet so curious. I’m going to have so much fun getting you to submit to my will.”

Pulling my head up, I look over my shoulder. “Who says I’ll submit?”

Running a hand up my leg, Collins gathers the product of my arousal onto his fingers. Leaning over me, he places two of them into my mouth, beckoning me to lick them clean. “You already are,” he says smoothly, as I comply.

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