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He jerks me onto his lap, and a startled gasp whooshes out of me. “You’re too bold for your own good.”

I wrap my legs around him, bringing us even closer. “Tell me you don’t like it when I tease you, and I’ll stop,” I say. He says nothing, and my smile stretches into a grin. “I knew it. You’re into degradation.”

“Slightly,” he confirms. “Nothing cruel or belittling. Your teasing, though?” His cock twitches beneath me, and I rock into it. He hisses out a breath. “It’s a bit of an issue, considering I can’t keep hiding erections when we’re in public.”

“Oh. I’ll keep that in mind. But here, right now? You’d succumb to me?”

“Yes, little witch.” He presses a kiss above and below my ribbon necklace. “The night’s still young, and I’m still pain-free. I am yours to command. But before that happens, there are some things I need to know,” he says, halting my hips.

I didn’t even realize I was moving against him again.

“Like?” I ground out.

“Like are you on any kind of tonic to prevent pregnancy?”

“Riven, I—” I swallow. I was expecting another question about kinks, not this.

“It’s all right if you’re not. I am.”

I hesitate, weighing how much to share. Would he even want to know the truth?

I give myself a mental shake. Of course, he would—he’s made it very clear he wants to know everything about me.

No omissions, no masks.

If he’s going to see me bare, he’s going to see all of me.

Even the parts that only Avaline has ever been privy to.

“I can’t conceive,” I admit, voice never wavering. “After Death sent me back to walk among the living, I no longer had a monthly bleed. A few exams by some of my sister witches confirmed it. Which, honestly, I don’t mind. I never wanted to be a mother. Never wanted the responsibility of taking care of another person.”

I’m rambling now, fearful Riven might view me as… defective somehow.

Which I know isn’t remotely true, but I can’t help wondering how it might change his opinion of me.

I reach for the ribbon around my throat, but Riven stops my hands with his and pulls them to his lips, kissing each knuckle.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” he says, letting go of my hands to grip my waist. “Does that mean you’d be comfortable with me coming inside you?”

“Incredible.” I shake my head, stifling a laugh with his shoulder.

“What?” His grip is hard enough to bruise. I love it. “Did you think I wouldn’t want to fuck you after hearing your truth? That I would view you differently?”

I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out.

That’s exactly what I thought.

My jaw snaps shut.

“Your face gives you away every time, little witch.” He kisses the corners of my lips. “That’s how I knew how to touch you, when you needed more, when you were on the edge of coming all over yourself. Even now, I know your cunt is desperate for my cock and my come.”

“Just fuck me already,” I demand. His eyes brighten as he grins. “Fucking touch me, Riven. Make me come again, and I’ll tell you precisely where you can spill yourself.”

His hand slides down, skimming between us, until it dips into the waistband of my underthings, and parts the wet, hot flesh waiting for him.

“Tell me what else you want to do to me while you touch me,” I pant.

“I want to fuck your pretty little mouth until you’re gagging on my cock.” He plunges his index finger into me. “And then I want to watch as you swallow every last drop of my come so I can mark you from the inside out.” He’s got two digits inside me now, and he’s using them to stretch me open, coaxing my core to relax enough to easily take his cock when I tell him to give it to me. And gods, it might be soon. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out from that final command, and yet… I don’t want to rush this. I want him to ache. “And then… do you know what I want to do to you?”