“This cock?” She smiles. “This is to give you pleasure. To make you scream my name. And to give you babies, if you ever ask for them.” I grasp her wrist and bring it up, over my abs and along my bruised side to my pounding chest. “And do you feel this, Tatum?” She shies away, but I force her to stay where she is, letting the steady thump-thump seep into her palm as I cover her hand with mine. “This heart is yours.”
