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He groans and stops stroking my cock so he can lean forward to trail his lips along my neck to suck and nip, the little jolts mixing with his quickening fingers. I’m sucked back down under into a pleasurable madness and wrap my arms around his neck, the mirror nearly hitting me in the face. Our chests press together, and a choked cry from my throat echoes in the room. Oh fuck, he feels so good in a way that has my chest aching. I rock against his fingers, encouraging him to go faster and deeper. He adds another finger and I arch into him. “Fuck, Valen!”

“Do you wish it was my cock, magician?” he asks against my throat. “You want me to fuck you until you can only think and breathe me?”

I nod desperately. “Yes. Do it. Fuck me.”

“Hm, perhaps not.” His wicked smile curls against me when I practically bark from the surge of pleasure when his fingers work faster. He tsks. “Are you that cock starved? Are you going to roll over to beg for it with your ass up? Because the answer will still remain the same.”

“Are you sure about that, blueblood?” I smirk, my voice a low growl heavy with challenge. “I bet you if I did roll over and beg, you’d be coming all over yourself.”

Those blue eyes light bright, giving away his surging excitement. His lips brush mine. “Tell me. How does your deviant mind wish for me to take your ass? On your stomach? On your side? Or just like this?”

He shifts, curling more over me, his arm looping around my thigh to draw it higher. I’m aching, rolling back against his hand, my voice going breathless. “Yeah, like this.”

He searches me, a muscle in his jaw flickering. “Are you certain? You don’t feel any pain right now?”

“Trust me. Pain is the last thing I feel right now.” My heart pounds, hardly believing I’m actually getting my way.

He hesitates, and I reach for him again. I resume my fighting with his wet clothes, and this time he helps me, his fingers slipping from me in the process. He summons a bottle from the vanity. He nails me with a firm look. “You are to stop me if you hurt. Do you understand? Say it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell you.” Unless I like it, but I keep that to myself.

His eyes narrow. “Magician.”

“You’re such a tight-ass. I’ll be fine. I’ve done it before. Trust me. I can take it.”

He doesn’t stop me when I snatch the lube from him and pour it over his hard cock. I pump it and grin when he moans, hips shifting into my fist. He licks his lips. “I can rub us together. It will still feel amazing.”

“For fuck’s sake. Do you actually want me to beg? Because that’s how desperate I am.”

“Hm, that would be a good start.” He stretches over me, his arm hooking around my thigh again to curl me more. His lips brush mine. “Go ahead. Tell me how much you need me inside of you.”

I swallow, nerves and arousal mixing headily. I guide him, my heel hooking around him to pull his hips forward until he presses against my hole. “Fill me, blueblood. Show me what you can do.”

“That’s not begging,” he whispers, and his lips capture mine.

I moan deeply, then my eyes flare when he breaches me. I gasp into the kiss and he pauses, but I snap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. I push onto his cock, panting into our kiss, the burning melding with the aching pleasure perfectly. He rocks into me, the gentle push and retreat lighting up pleasure that builds shockingly fast as he thrusts deeper and deeper.

I close my teeth on his lower lip and drag back with a low groan. “Fuck, V. I get it.”

His forehead presses against mine. “What do you get?”

“Why Tor misses you so much.”

He pauses before laughter bursts from him. Pleasure pulses when he leans back, his smile bright. It’s almost unfair how attractive he is when he smiles. He shakes his head, his hair falling forward. “Hold onto me, magician, and I’ll really show you.”

Now I laugh when he drags me down by my thighs. He leans over me, curling me tightly. It changes the angle, my eyes widening at how deep he is. Valen begins to move again, slow at first, then growing faster and longer, and pleasure crackles through me with each surge and retreat. My head thunks back on the porcelain, my hips rolling. “Holy fuck, V.”

I clutch him as I fall into pleasure.

His forehead rests against mine, his eyes squeezed shut. Tremors vibrate through his lithe frame, small sounds of needy pleasure building in his throat. When his eyes open, his irises are so bright, his lips parted in a heart-stopping look of raw pleasure.

A thrill shivers through me, and my smile takes a feral edge when I say, “What’s wrong, blueblood? Can’t hold out?”

He shivers. “Magician—Fuck.”

I huff, my smile wild. “You going to come so soon?”

But then Valen’s smile turns wicked. Like an animal in heat, he begins to pound into me, his movements short and fast against that spot he’s found. Pleasure explodes through me, and I practically swallow my tongue. “Oh shit. I’m going… I’m going⁠—”