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“There you go, little sneak. How perfect you look with your cunt dripping for me. All mine,” I murmured, lining myself up behind her and squeezing her ass cheeks.

I pulled her cheeks apart, and stared down at her. Slit, clit, and asshole. All perfectly offered up to me.

I sank a finger inside her to wet it, and then moved it to her ass.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sweet and excited.

She twisted to look at me over her shoulder.

“Playing with my little Goldilocks. Looking for just the right fit,” I said with a smirk, and gently pressed into her.

She tensed, her ass tightening around my finger and threatening to cut off my circulation.

I wriggled it just inside her, and she let out a startled gasp. She pushed back against my hand.

“You like that?” I asked her. She didn’t answer, but when I pulled my finger away, about to remove it, she pressed back and kept me inside her.

I chuckled, turned on beyond belief. “It’s ok, baby, you don’t have to tell me you like it. I can see it. I’ll give you everything you like, you don’t need to ask.”

I pressed my finger deeper, and she moaned. I fucked her with my finger for a while, and then gently withdrew and replaced it with my thumb. I sank my thumb as deep as I could as her ass begged for me, and I lined my cock up with my free hand.

Her cunt was slippery and needy, clenching tightly around me as I entered her.

I hissed out a breath when my cock was as deep as it would go, my thumb still sunk in her ass.

I gripped her hip and made sure she was still bent just right, then began to fuck her. I used my cock and my hand in alternating thrusts, making sure a part of me filled her at all times.

She was moaning more than ever. She really liked being filled in her ass and her cunt at the same time. We’d definitely explore this further. I’d bet there were all sorts of toys I could employ to make her scream.

“Cole—I can’t, it’s too good! I can’t!” she chanted as I fucked her harder. She was so wet, her juices were running down her thighs. She met every thrust by pushing herself back into it. She was amazing.

Amazing, and all mine.

Forever.

“You can baby, and you will… I want to hear you scream for me.”

And she did.

epilogue

ISABELLE

One year later

There is a town in Scotland, right by the English border, where Regency-era brides used to make a run for it from London, traveling north as fast as they could, to marry their chosen husbands before their parents might intervene.

It wasn’t why we were in the United Kingdom. The real reason was an exposé on an international smuggling ring that I’d spend the last six months researching.

But the smuggling ring had no bearing on why I was standing outside a blacksmith’s shop, early in the morning, while a fine rain drizzled on my updo.

Selena held an umbrella above my head, but was somehow making me wetter.

“Just leave it,” I told her, moving from foot to foot and trying to avoid puddles.

“It’s too windy for this damn thing,” she swore and looked over my shoulder. “Finally!”

I turned to see, holding my raincoat over my white dress as if my life depended on it.