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She blinked, and I slowly traced my fingers to her breasts, cupping them. I pushed the soft fabric down, stroking her nipples. “Your breasts are amazing too. I love how the nipples pucker under my tongue. How you moan when I suck them.”

I stepped closer, pressing my body to hers. I pushed her hair aside again. “I love how smooth your skin is. How it tastes. Different here—” I licked down her neck “—than here.” I dropped my hand to her pelvis, smiling as her breathing became even more rapid. The pulse at the base of her neck jumped. “And your mouth was made for me. I love kissing you. I never really enjoyed the act before, but with you, it’s an addiction.”

She tugged on her curls, and I shook my head. “Oh no. You don’t say a word about your hair. It’s wild and gorgeous. Unique. It makes you all the more special, and I love it.”

That made her smile.

“And this.” I dropped my hand to the small wisp between her legs. “I am totally addicted to your pussy, Una. I was the first to claim it, and it’s all mine. You’re all mine. You understand that?”

She nodded, another tremor going through her at my possessive tone.

“You know what I love the most right now?”

She gave the barest shake of her head and remained silent.

I lowered my mouth to her ear again. “I love knowing that by simply touching you, talking to you, you’re wet for me. Aching. Wanting me to touch you there.” I paused and tapped the material lightly. “Aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” she stammered.

“Open your legs.”

She did as I asked, gasping loudly as I slid my hand under the material and stroked her. She was slick, hot, and perfect, her honey helping my fingers glide over her effortlessly. Her clit was standing at attention, begging for me, and I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, her whimper of pleasure pleasing me.

“You want more, Una?”

“Yes.”

“You want to watch me fuck you with my hand? Fuck you until you come all over me?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she panted.

“Keep your eyes open. I want you to see yourself. You close them, and I’ll stop.”

“No, please,” she begged.

I pressed on her stomach with one hand as I worked her with the other. I teased and pinched, sank two fingers inside her, watched as she undulated her hips, desperate to be as close to the source of pleasure as possible. And my good girl kept her eyes open, watching herself and me watching her. I pressed on her bundle of nerves with my thumb, adding a third finger inside her, letting my pinkie finger tease her sensitive pucker. Her whimpers turned into moans, then cries of pleasure, as I moved my hand faster. Pumped harder. The silk gave way under my movements, but I didn’t care. I’d buy her more lingerie. She gripped my arms then reached up, grabbing at my neck and hair, her breasts spilling over, the nipples red from rubbing on the material.

And still, she watched.

Then her body locked down, her muscles gripping my fingers as she came, hot and wet, saturating my hand, screaming my name, her cheeks flushed, mouth open, and eyes wide.

Our gazes locked on each other.

Until her legs couldn’t hold her up anymore.

Her body couldn’t take any more pleasure.

Her eyes shut, and she slumped against me.

I bent and lifted her, sitting on the bed. I brushed her beautiful hair back and kissed her face. Hundreds of small, adoring kisses.

“Do you see now?” I asked quietly. “You are perfection to me.”

She opened her eyes, meeting mine.

“I see.”

“Good. Only I will ever see that beauty, Una. You’re mine.”