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I smile curiously. “Don't what?”

She shakes her head. “Don’t…look at me differently. I mean, after what I told you last night.”

“Bella, I have no intention of⁠—”

“Like, if I ask you to pin me down or choke me or whatever.” Her eyes lift to mine. “I don't want you wondering if it's because there's some stupid fucking crossed wires in my head from back then, and now I'm just…replaying it." She lets her breath out in a slow exhale. "I mean, maybe it is part of it. Fuck knows I’ve had enough therapy to know people’s kinks don't come from nowhere. But… When I was in that room, I wasn’t able to say no. Nothing was my choice. But this?” Her gaze raises to my face. "I pick who. I pick when. I decide how hard and far I want to go. And I know if I told you to stop, you would. It's different.”

Her throat bobs as her eyes scan mine.

"Giving you control is me keeping control. Does that make sense?"

Before I can answer, she's already barreling on.

“I just don’t want you suddenly seeing every weird thing I like through the lens of what happened to me. Like, aha! Mystery solved! She’s kinky because trauma!”

Her jaw tightens.

“Because fuck that. Sure, maybe my brain cross-wired some shit somewhere. But when I’m with you, I’m not thinking about any of that. I’m not somewhere else. I’m not replaying anything. I’m just turned on because you make me fucking feral. And Dr. Fallon says…she’s my therapist…well, I guess she’s not technically my therapist, but she is a therapist, and sometimes I go see her, usually at night, and it’s not like an appointment thing but she’s really cool, and I really think you’d like her, and…”

She trails off and her face flushes as she pouts and looks up into my eyes.

“I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”

“Definitely.”

“Dick!” she giggles, slapping my chest playfully.

Her hand lingers. Her fingers curl, the tips of them brushing over my skin as her hand slowly drags down to my abs.

My cock begins to thicken and lengthen down my thigh and Bella’s eyes drop to it as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Her fingers drag lower before I quickly catch her wrist.

Her breath hitches and she blinks when her eyes dart up to mine. Before she can say a word I roll her onto her back and pin both hands over her head as I hover above her.

"You know what?" I murmur, my mouth barely an inch from hers. "I think you talk too much when you want something but aren't sure how to ask for it."

Bella’s breath catches again.

“So now it’s my turn to talk, baby,” I growl quietly. “My turn to tell you how fucking sexy you are. To tell you how outrageously fucking hot you are, and how feral you make me.” I slowly shake my head. “And we both know there’s only one way to keep you from talking over me.”

She gasps, her eyes hooding when I drag a thumb over her bottom lip.

“Open. Fucking. Wide.”

Bella moans when I crawl on top of her and position my knees on either side of her chest. My thick, swollen cock bobs heavily right over her open mouth as I wrap my fist around it and stroke slowly.

“Show me your tongue.”

She whimpers and sticks her tongue out, opening her lips wide as she looks at me with such a sexy fucking need in her eyes that I want to swallow her whole.

She moans through her open mouth when I lean forward and tap the head of my cock on her tongue.

“Good girl.”

Her breath hitches when I grab a fistful of her hair roughly.

“Now show me how deep you can take my fucking cock while I tell you what a pretty little whore you are.”

Raw fucking need ignites in her eyes as a desperate groan ripples from her throat.