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fluttered open. When their gazes collided, he knew her lust-filled eyes could only be a mirror of his own.
    She should’ve been gone by now. Instead she was begging for more, and he was aching for it, aching to give it to her.
    “Where else do you want it? Tell me. In your mouth, your ass, where?”
    “Everywhere.” Her sultry whisper filled him, skimming across his heated skin. “I want to be filled. I want you to fill me.”
    Those wanton words were heaven and hell and everything in between to him.
    He flexed one hand at his side, stretching his longest finger. “Let’s see if this will do.”

    Stella screeched and bucked when she felt that finger part the entrance of her ass. It burned, stretched, and carved its way inside the tight tunnel. Choking cries tumbled out of her throat as she twisted and arched for more.
    “Oh, but you want something larger, don’t you?” His breath warmed her face.
    She yelped in pain, feeling something big and thick enter her ass only a second after his finger withdrew. Her eyes widened, the pain of this new, slow penetration stuffing her with a strange sort of pleasure.
    Her brain was cloudy, comprehension fogged by her need. “What…what are you doing to me?”
    “I’m fucking your ass with my fingers,” he murmured, wrenching the staff into her pussy while he moved two fingers behind her. “Good, hmm?”
    She saw his eyes stray downward to watch the dark, smooth rod disappear through her slick folds, his features held tight with a mask of control.
    She closed her eyes to block away that expression and pictured him on top of her, imagined the wooden rod was his cock inside her. In her mind, he was fucking her, like he had fucked her in her memories, in Faith’s memories. She was so wet, she felt a trickle of cream slide down one thigh as the scepter continued to stab inside her.
    She did not know why he was doing this, why he did not take her, why he did not slip inside her instead of using this object. She didn’t know why she liked what he was doing to her, but she did. She was ravenous, her body burning so hot she thought her skin radiated light like a sun.
    “Please,” she cried, not able to finish, but the words swam past her head, quick and desperate and loud. I asked for your body! I want your body! I want you, you, you!
    “I said I cannot,” he said gruffly. Sweat gathered above his brow, his breathing so ragged it aroused her just to hear it, so near to her, so sweet and warm, as he did these wicked things to her. “Now all you need is a cock to suck, and you’ll have everything you want, won’t you?”
    “Kiss me,” she sobbed, and he did. She latched onto his tongue and sucked it while the thick, smooth stick pounded inside her, stretching and filling her, magnifying her need, her hunger. His fingers were vicious, plundering her ass slowly, thoroughly.
    With a guttural cry, he shoved the scepter up inside her and left it there, buried to the hilt. He took a step back as if he were going to flee, his features twisted, corrupted with desire.
    “Damn you,” he said, raking a trembling hand through his hair, his eyes wide as if some unknown fear had come back to haunt him.
    “Don’t stop,” she sobbed. “Touch me. Please, touch me, fuck me.” She was panting, her pussy deeply impaled, her clit pricking with want.
    Feeling a surge of desperation when he didn’t move and only stared at her in horror, she began to roll her hips with the stick firmly embedded inside her, keeping her painfully stretched while she twisted and moved. Sobs tore from inside her as she wished to come, to be set free of the unbearable tension inside her.
    “Do you want to come?” he asked softly.
    She didn’t hear the coarse desire in his voice, was only aware of the coiled tension in her sex, the need. “Please, please fuck me.” Stella had never had so little pride, so little honor. Begging had never cost her so little.
    “I asked ‘do you want to come’?” he