Rayne
You know things are bad when you’re lying in bed with your mate pretending to be asleep. That’s almost as bad as faking an orgasm, or so I’d heard.
I wish I knew about intimacy, because the toe curling orgasms that overtook me last night continued to make my heart slam against my rib cage. Despite the pleasure that overwhelmed me, the ache in my heart was unbearable. Zyaire had taken my pride, used it for laser practice, and the shredded pieces that were left had been tossed in a vat of acid.
I wasn’t a woman who strived for attention, but I was not used to rejection either. On Earth as well as on Cyria, men always hit on me, flirted, and tried to coerce me into sleeping with them. I supposed that was why Zyaire’s blunt rejection of my s****l advances had wounded my pride.
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