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“Definitely,” she breathes.

I let my gaze travel over her, noticing she is bare under my shirt. Her nipples are hard, pushing against it.

“Take off my shirt. I want it back,” I commanded.

She doesn’t hesitate, so eager for the game. She throws the shirt over my head and drops her arms to her sides. I take in the beauty of everything my mate is, standing in her glory.

“I never dreamed I would get so lucky.” I run my fingertips over her soft skin, starting at her neck, around her breasts, down her stomach, ending an inch away from where she needs me most. “As I watched you revel in your power, I thought: this hot, badass woman is mine.”

She sucks in her breath as I run my knuckle through her wet, warm center. She watches me with heavy eyes, her chest heaving, as she waits for my next move.

“Put your left foot on the bed by my thigh,” I instructed, voice deep.

She pauses as she realizes the implications of the move. She’ll be open and at my mercy when she does. She must see the heat and hunger glowing from my eyes. I help adjust her stance with my hands on her hips when her foot hits the bed. I slowly side my hands away from her and lean back slightly.

“So beautiful, babe,” I murmured. “You’re so hot and wet for me.” I glide my finger through her and then put my finger in my mouth. “Fucking mouth-watering.”

Her eyes flare with heat, following the path of my finger. I lean forward and suck her nipple and then the other. I lean back again and use my hands, starting at her foot beside me; I caress the inside of her leg. Her skin pebbles in my hand's wake. I graze the sensitive spot where her leg meets her center, causing her to shiver in need.

“Do you want my fingers?” I say roughly, holding them still.

“Please,” she begs.

I glide then inside, slowly fucking her. Her hips thrust, chasing them as I pull out.

“Do not move, or I’ll stop,” I warn. “Take what I’m giving you.”

She forces her movement to stop with a whimper. I continue to watch my fingers disappear into her pulsing heat. Fuck, I wish I could take a picture of her greedy pussy so when I’m not with her, I can look at it and remember how lucky I am.

I speed up, adding another finger. I use my thumb to rub her lightly, back and forth, back and forth. Her hand digs into my shoulder as she loses her balance. She bucks her hips once before remembering the rule.

“Such a good girl,” I praised. “I want you to come on my fingers.”

I thrust harder and faster. I watch her eyes close as she reaches for it.

“My beautiful baby,” I growled. “Get there. Come. Soak my hand.”

Her other hand flies to my shoulder, her nails drawing blood as she gushes and moans.

I slow down, savoring the feel of her. The sound of her wet flesh sucking me back in rings in my ears.

She opens her eyes and looks down at the blood dripping down my chest.

“Do you want a taste?” I ask.

“Yes.” She licks her lips.

“You have to do something else first,” I tease. I pull my fingers out. “Put your foot back on the floor.” She does it immediately. “Take my cock out.” She starts to bend her knees, but I stop her. “No, bend at the waist.”

She reaches for my waistband, stretches it out and over my tip, and pulls it down. I lift my hips so she can push them down. I use the hand I used on her and cover myself with her come.

“Lick it off,” I ordered.

Her eyes darken as she steps back so she can bend over more. I suck in a sharp breath when she takes me into her mouth. I fist her hair, moving it out of the view, and watch. I hit the back of her throat, and she fights the urge to gag. I let her suck, tasting herself.

I pull on her hair sharply, and she releases me with a pop. “You earned your reward. Clean off my shoulders.”

Her hand wraps around my neck as she licks the blood, starting on my stomach, moaning. She sucks on my flesh as she moves up. I cup my hands on the back of her knees, enjoying her pleasure, my thumb stroking her knee. She switches to my other shoulder. Her skin is flushed and warm. I wait patiently for her to finish.