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I help her spread her creamy thighs, already smelling her heat and seeing the telltale sign of her arousal in the form of a wet spot on her pink silk panties.

Bending forward, I smother myself between her legs—diving in headfirst.

I lick and bite at her damp spot, making her squirm and writhe on the mattress, trying to get away from what I assume can only be the intense pleasure racing through her.

Nibbling, I make a feast out of her.

And just when I don’t think she can take anymore, I rip through her panties with my teeth, framing her body with the lacy pieces.

“Fuck,” she growls.

I dive in again, this time on her naked flesh.

Her little tuft of hair tickles me as I thrust my tongue into her warmth, trying to quench my thirst with her warm honey alone.

Penny’s thighs clench together, holding my head in place as I eat and eat, like a starved man.

She makes me hungry…

It’s as if I’ll never get full enough to stop the craving to binge.

Taking two fingers, I slide them into her pussy and then stretch her open to allow my tongue deeper access.

“Let me in, Princess,” I say when I come up for air. “This is my pussy now.”

I want to have her pierced and marked with my ownership. I want to do all the depraved things to her—with her.

There isn’t a part of her that I don’t want to explore and make mine.

She’s every dark fantasy of mine come to life, and I will cherish every moment I have with her.

Stretching my thumb up, I rub it against Penny’s clit, while thrusting both my tongue and fingers inside and curling them upward toward my thumb on the outside.

Her orgasm arrives so fast and so intensely that I feel it happening before Penny can even get her lips to form the words.

Like lighting a match to kindling, Penny goes off with a spark.

4

COLLINS

“What are you doing?” Penny asks me frantically, watching as I grab supplies from the bathroom closet and drop them onto the bed.

She hasn’t moved since I rocked her world with an intense orgasm, skyrocketing her straight into a post-pleasure nap.

That’s how I like her—sated and compliant.

All of her clothes are discarded, and the only thing on her besides contentment displayed through her smile is her collar.

While I was limited on what could be engraved in less than twenty-four hours, I’m pleased with how the pendant turned out.

Penny looks exquisite.

I never purchased jewelry of this caliber for anyone before, and while I have a standing invite to use Graham Hoffman’s jewelry company, Jealousy, for any of my needs—I can’t for something like this.

It would just feel wrong.

“Collins?”

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