Page 237 of If Our Hearts Collide

I moan around his fingers as he probes and pushes them into the back of my throat, testing my gag reflex I assume.

“But lucky for you, your sass just helps me think creatively about how to provide balance and the framework to assist you in fully discovering yourself.”

Helping me to turn over and get settled on my back, Collins hovers over my body with his. He leans down to kiss my lips. This time it’s much more urgent. Pushing back my hair with his fingers, he massages my cheeks with his thumbs.

“Are you sure you want to continue?”

I nod and give him my full attention. “I don’t need any more safety checks, Collins. I’m sure.”

His eyes spark. “Good. Because you’re about to get all of me. And once we get acclimated, I won’t be gentle.”

“I appreciate your warning, but I’ll be fine. I don’t need coddled. I need devoured.” I want primal. Feral. I want for someone to be so obsessed with me that their only serenity is being buried deep inside me.

Sliding a hand to my pussy, Collins cups it and growls, “No one touches this during our time together. Do you understand me, Penny?”

“Got it.”

“Not even you without permission.”

“Okay…” Surely he doesn’treallymean that. I can ask for clarification later.

“I don’t fucking share what’s mine, and I don’t plan to go long between reclaiming it. You’ve made me needy and on edge for weeks, so learn to accept the consequences like a good little girl. There might be days we don’t leave this bed. So if you want to back out now, you better say so. And do it quick before I implode.”

“Quit acting like we don’t desire the same things,” I bark out, driving my hips upward to show my wanton need. “I can handle you, Collins.”

His eyes study me.

I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but I hope he finds it soon.

“If you need me to pause or stop at any time, you will tell me. Understood?”

I nod.

“I need your verbal consent, Princess.”

“Yes. I will tell you.”

Reaching between us, Collins slips a finger inside me, pumps a few times, and then pulls out. He does this four more times. When I think he’s going to just continue on with his frustrating torment of stop-and-go, he keeps one finger inside and then presses down with another hard on my clit, causing my body to shudder.

“Ahhh…”

It’s as if he pulled the trigger on me.

My body erupts from the simple move. Giving me no time to enjoy the wave I’m riding on, he grabs a condom from the top of his nightstand, rips it open with ease, and then rolls it down his length. Then lining himself up, he presses the head of his cock into my entrance. Rocking his hips, he presses forward and then pulls back. A little forward…then back again. Each time he seems to go a bit deeper, stretching me to the point where I think I can’t possibly take more. Forward…then back again.

But seeing that Collins is very much still hovering above me and the space between us isn’t even closed, I am having my doubts that this will even work from a functionality standpoint.

“You’re not going to fit,” I whisper.

What if he doesn’t fit?

What if all this prep work is one big misunderstanding and he changes his mind?

What if I’m too much work and not worth the effort?

“Get out of your head, Penelope.”

“I’m scared.”

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