Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection)
He swipes a thumb across my lower lip, collecting a drop of his cum, and pushes it into my mouth.
“Good girl,” he whispers, almost tenderly.
He climbs off the bed and straightens his clothes with calm indifference, leaving us marked and ruined on the sheets.
As he heads for the door, the chains around my wrists loosen just enough for me to shift. The fae leans in, her tongue darting out to lick a streak of his cum from my chin.
I don’t pull away. Our eyes meet, and in that moment I see my own shame and hunger reflected back at me.
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