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“If you’re going to watch, at least free one of my hands so I can give you a show.”

It’s not his pleasure I’m thinking of. It’s mine. I want to be touched. Badly. Even if I’m the one doing it.

In this moment, I’m the center of someone’s universe. And honestly, I can’t think of a bigger turn-on.

The bottom of my dress being hiked up to my stomach has my breath catching in my chest.

The cool wind tickles my newly exposed skin, triggering a fresh wave of goose bumps.

There’s more rustling as I imagine the Hunter pulling his pants down.

Is this really happening? Am I actually going to fuck him?

Well, technically, he’ll be fucking me.

I’m going to let what’s possibly—probably—a complete stranger fuck me?

If this isn’t Guy, then he could be with someone else right now. Unless he’s watching. Would he care?

Do I?

When my thigh’s suddenly bitten, my pussy constricts, almost painfully.

Oh my God.

That’s what I care about right now. Feeling. Not thinking. Not overthinking. Not obeying.

I came with Guy but I didn’t come for Guy. I came for me. I need this. I want this. I choose this.

So, yes, I’m going to let a complete stranger fuck me.

Another bite, this one higher, then another. Both my thighs get nipped and licked and sucked, each time a little closer to my pussy.

When the Hunter reaches the apex of my thighs, he stops, making me want to scream.

Is he done? He can’t be done?

Something brushes my panties and I realize he’s waiting for me to either give or withdraw my consent.

I think about what I want, not just in this instance but always.

I showered before I came here. I’m wearing a sundress with underwear so thin the breeze has been flirting with my pussy all night. I haven’t physically exerted myself in any way. It’s the perfect setup.

“Devour me,” I rasp, both the sound and command foreign to my ears. I’ve thought it—a lot—but I’ve never said it. I’ve certainly never ordered it.

The next instant, my panties are pulled to the side, then he’s licking up my slit from bottom to top.

With a gasp, I twist my head to the side and press my open mouth to my bicep. It’s been so long. Too long.

After draping one of my legs over his shoulder, the Hunter begins making out with my pussy. Although I can’t hear his groans, I can feel them rumbling against my core, adding to the sensation.

This isn’t Guy. I can tell by his technique, as well as his hunger. While he has gone down on me in the past, he never ate me out like this.

What I don’t know for sure is if the man between my legs is Khaos.

That doesn’t stop me from pretending he is.

Khaos’s wicked mouth in mind, I start to roll my hips.