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Soft lips swollen, full of my cock, and she pouted at me because I had taken my fingers away.

I stared down at her.

“You want my fingers back?”

She nodded.

“My greedy little girl.”

Her cheeks burned, but she didn’t deny it.

I kissed her mouth, smiling against it. “You had my mouth, my cock, and now you’re pouting for my fingers too.”

“You said I could have what I wanted.”

I laughed under my breath. “I did. Dangerous promise.”

“You made it.”

“I’ll keep it.”

Her eyes softened.

I slid my hand between us again. The second my fingers touched her clit, she gasped and her body squeezed down so hard I had to stop moving.

“Jesus.” My head dropped to her shoulder. “Baby, my ego and my self-control are both in critical condition.”

A breathless laugh shook out of her, immediately turning into a moan when I circled her softly.

“That’s it,” I whispered. “Fingers back. Happy?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

I brushed my thumb over her mouth. “Don’t hide the sounds. Give them to me.”

She released her lip and gave me a small, needy whimper as I started moving again.

Good.

Better than good.

Holy, if a man like me was allowed the word.

I thrust slowly while my fingers worked her, timing each stroke to the circling pressure. Her body met me now with more confidence, hips lifting, thighs open, and started trusting where it would take her.

The bed creaked beneath us.

I kissed her again, and as I did, her hand moved between our bodies for a moment, searching blindly, then found mine at her hip.

The token ring brushed my skin.

The wrong ring.

My gaze dropped to it. Still sitting on her finger while I was buried inside her. A possessive anger cut clean through the haze. That ring was coming off.

The second I finished making love to her, fucking her, I was taking that token off my baby’s finger. I was bringing out the ring downstairs. Mine. Chosen by me. Bought with a level of obsession that had kept me awake for two nights because none of them had seemed worthy of her hand.

My hand covered hers, pressing the token ring against her skin.