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The door opened like the start of a rock god concert. He stood with light and steam outlining his perfect silhouette. Hiding his face. She squinted her eyes, trying to separate his features from the background as he leaned against the door frame.
“Don’t worry, I was just going.” She inched to the edge of the bed, grabbing his sheet as she went. His grunt told her nothing. “Going back to my room. Not leaving but…”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
His face receded even further as fire filled her vision. “Do you? Cause I sure the fuck don’t. You knew it was my first time. And I know you paid a lot of fucking money. But you were the one who wanted a fucking virgin. There are no virgin whores. Virgin don’t magically turn into sex kittens outside of books. If that wasn’t what you wanted, you should have… You didn’t have to…” Shit, was she about to cry? Hell no. She stood up or tried to, and the effort made her draw in a sharp inhale.
“No, it wasn’t…,” his voice creaked out. “It’s not you, okay?”
“Don’t try that; ‘it is not you, it’s me,’ bullshit. If it’s not me, then who is it? What the hell happened?”
“I just… I’m sorry. Okay?”
Her brows creased. “Sorry about what?”
He scrubbed his hand across the buzz of his head. His granite features flushed, and soft color rose from his collarbone. He wrapped the towel around his hips tighter, gripping it like a lifeline. “I wanted to make it perfect. It was your first time, and it wasn’t…” He beat a fist against his thigh. “I just couldn’t fucking control myself. And I’m always in fucking control. I went crazy. Probably hurt you. Oh, god. Hopefully not too bad.”
He stalked past the bed, and she watched him with her mouth gaping. “Are you serious?”
“Do you think I’m fucking joking? I don’t fucking joke about shit like this.”
“Ven. It was wonderful.”
His head whipped around, and fire leaped from his eyes. “Don’t fucking lie. I said I was sorry, but I don’t need your fucking platitudes. Or fucking pats on the back like I’m some limp dick husband who can’t get it up for his wife. Is that what you’re going to tell me next? That, it happens to everyone.”
Silence snaked between them while she counted to ten. She huffed out, “Fine.” She wrapped the sheet around herself and squared her shoulders to meet him. “I won’t lie. It wasn’t magical. It wasn’t the stuff writers write about in adult fairy tales.”
A sneer turned his lip, just one turn flipping them from knock-out gorgeous to knock-down vicious. But she stepped forward instead of back. Ignoring his snarled. “Thanks.”
“It was everything I expected…”
“Then you couldn’t have expected much.”
She shook her head. “I don’t get it. I really don’t. Are you some sex idol who never has a day off? Did every woman who leaves your bed have to be dragged away from your might and majesty?”
He arched a wicked brow and growled, “Absolutely.”
“Fine, then what fucking happened?”
He crossed to her in three long strides. Snatching her shoulder and giving her a brief shake, before dropping his hands into fists. “You fucking happened. One kiss sucked me in like it was fucking wine. Or hard liquor aged for a thousand years until it does nothing but deliver poison straight to your fucking gut. Your skin flowed with mine like water finding its way to a river. Your pussy gripped my dick in a handmade silk glove. Like they made my dick for your pussy, alone. And when you moaned…” He shuddered. “Each time you inhaled, took a deep breath, it was like you sucked out a part of my soul. And I fucking lost it. Lost all sense of reason. All control.” He glared at her. His fist slammed his thigh with bruising strength.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
They held each other’s eyes. Long enough for the fire to bank and his fists to unfurl. “Hmm, well. I see.” She would not smile. Would not let his words soak into her heart. Would not store them in a treasure box.
“Do you? Then your vision is better than mine.” He sighed. “Tell me, is there any chance you’re a witch? A Ved’ma?”
She shook her head, and laughter fluttered from her lips. “Is that what that means?” She shook her head. “You’re too hard on yourself. Nobody’s first time is perfect.”
“If you only knew,” he grumbled.
“But I will remember this night forever.”
“I bet…”
Her foot stamped down on his interruption. “Let me finish.” He smirked and folded his arms across his chest. “Look, it was… You are bigger than I expected. And I may walk a little crooked for the next couple of days.” The smirk turned into a grin that flushed her cheeks. “But once I got into the rhythm, it was… okay.” The grin vanished. “Better than okay. It was at least good enough to make me want more. Much more.”
