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I stifled a moan as his tongue caressed my clit. Pleasure shot through me, my hand clasping over my mouth as I fought the sounds I wanted to make. Two fingers slid inside me with ease, caressing me as he worked his magic on me.

“Fuck,” I squeaked.

“Keep your voice down,” he said between licks. “I’d hate for them to think I’m doing something terrible to you.”

I strangled a laugh. His fingertips curled against the spot he knew so well, and my legs trembled as he drove me to the edge without mercy. I gripped his hair, shaking as my climax came hard and fast, just like Salt had come into my life.

He got up, looming over me as I unraveled from my orgasm. I gripped his shirt and dragged him into another kiss, tasting myself on his lips.

“I have a gift for you,” he said softly. “Now may not be the right time to give it. But…”

“What is it?” I asked.

He reached into his pocket and withdrew a long slender box. I pushed my skirt down, closing my legs as I took it from him, sliding the top off.

Oh.A buttery black leather collar sat inside with a heart at the center, etched with a gorgeous floral design that matched his tattoos. I slowly lifted it out of the box, my vision blurring with tears.

“Did you make this?”

“Yes,” he said. “I can make a new one if you don’t like it?—”

“I love it,” I said, running my fingertips over it. “I absolutely love it.”

I turned it over, my eyes widening.

Words were etched on the inside.

“I wanted those words to be against your skin,” he murmured. “I never wanted either of us to forget.”

“I never will.”

Forever mine.