Page 166 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

“You can spank me,” I offered. “If it makes you feel better. I don’t care, so long as I get a number.”

“I’m not spanking you because you like it too much.”

I frowned at his words. “You’ve hardly even marked me since you’ve been back inside of me. Don’t you want the world to know I belong to you anymore?”

“What’s gotten into you?” he rocked back onto his heels and sighed.

“I told you,” I whined. “I’m cranky.”

He moved up beside me, patting the space next to him. “Come here, cranky girl.”

I went, of course. The way I always did. He kissed my forehead and stroked my hair, my face pressed against his heart.

“Before I tell you this, I need you to promise me you aren’t going to get upset, Brighton. I don’t need to lose any more time with you over something that’s in the past.”

“I won’t.” It was a complete bullshit lie. Of course, I was going to get upset.

“There were five others before you,” he admitted.

His grip on me tightened, and I released a breath. “That’s it?”

He stared down at me in surprise. “What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know,” I confessed. “I thought it was going to be so much worse. Were any of them serious?”

“No,” he said without hesitation. “Never. They were just a couple of girls in college and then after that it was no strings attached sort of agreements.”

“Oh.”

He rolled me onto my back and positioned himself between my legs again. “Don’t deny me what’s mine, Brighton.”

“Okay.”

He groaned and rubbed his cock against my arousal, squeezing his eyes shut as he pushed inside. And then he paused. I wiggled my hips but to no avail. He wasn’t moving.

“Jesus,” he rasped. “You feel so fucking good, baby. Just give me a minute. You’ve got me all worked up here.”

I grinned and wiggled my hips some more. My jealousy always got him worked up for some reason. He liked it when I was possessive of him too.

He started to move, bracing himself on his forearms as he brought his forehead to mine. He kissed me soft and tenderly before twining our fingers together. Our eyes locked, and then I shattered around him. It was the most intimate moment we’d ever shared.

Ryland pumped a couple more times before he swelled inside of me, filling me with his warmth. “I fucking love you,” he choked out.

I brought my hand to his face and smiled. “I fucking love you too.”

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