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“How many Magdalens did it take for you to pretend you didn’t want me?” It was an embarrassing whisper, but I needed to know.
I felt him tense. “You don’t want to know that number, princess.”
“What if I do?”
“Trust me, you don’t.”
“I do, Valen.”
“Please, don’t ask me, Harlow.”
“Why not?”
“Because, if you ask again, I’ll tell you and neither of us wants that.”
“I want that. How many have there been since the Halloween party?”
He groaned in reluctance as he coaxed my leg around his hip. His cock pulsed at my opening. Once. Twice. Then he plunged deep inside me. It wasn’t until he was buried deep in me that he spoke.
“None.”
“What?”
“I haven’t fucked anyone else since the holidays.” He thrust hard. “Is that what you what to hear?”
“Only if it’s true.”
“Well, you’re in luck, love. Because it’s true.”
He clearly wasn’t taking any more questions because he crushed his lips to mine as he pounded me relentlessly. It was like he had to draw a stark contrast between his words and his actions. Not that I was complaining. He didn’t stop kissing me as he made me cum once, twice, three times, and, on the fourth, he finished with me.
He groaned my name, more like a prayer than a curse, and held me tight as we both got our breath back. Finally, he pulled out from me slowly as he trailed kisses down my body. He paused at my nipple and bit it playfully. My back arched from the bed as my hand gripped his hair, and I felt him smile.
“The things I could do to you…” he purred.
“I thought youweredoing them to me,” I sassed.
He grazed his teeth over my breast lightly. “I’m not going to get to show off all my tricks in one night, love.”
“Those tricks you’ve spent years practising on all those Magdalens?” I asked, telling myself I wasn’t jealous.
He shook his head as he kissed over my stomach. “No,” he mumbled into my skin, his hands hot on me. One on my hip, and one under me like he was holding me close. “No. Some of them I saved.”
“For the right girl?” I asked sarcastically.
“For you.”
I could have sworn he’d nodded when I asked, ‘for the right girl?’. I propped myself up on my elbows and he looked up at me in question as his fingers traced over me lazily.
“For me?” I clarified.
One eyebrow rose like he was daring me to ask him to be sorry. “I might never have thought I’d taste you, princess, but it didn’t stop me thinking about it.” His hands went to my hips, and he pulled me down the bed to slide into me, hard again already. He punctuated every sentence with a languid thrust. “It didn’t stop me imagining what I’d do to you. What you’d do to me. But even I didn’t imagine you’d taste so sweet and yet fuck so dirty.”
I felt my cheeks flush. “I’m sure you’ve had dirtier.”
And I was sure. I had no lofty ideas about my sexual prowess. I wasn’t winning Kink of the Year or anything, but I felt like I wasn’t going to win Vanilla of the Year either.
A mischievous smile crossed Valen’s face as he looked down at me. “I’ve had dirtier, but I’ll never have better.”
