He carried her—still inside her—to the bedroom. Laid her on the bed and pulled out slowly.
"Turn over. Hands and knees."
Mira obeyed, heart racing. Valeblack positioned himself behind her, hands gripping her hips.
"This is me celebrating," he said, entering her from behind. "This is me showing you exactly how proud I am of you."
He f****d her slowly this time—deep, deliberate strokes that hit perfectly from this angle. One hand reached around to play with her c**t while he drove into her.
"You were magnificent today," he murmured. "Standing up. Fighting. Winning."
"Valeblack—"
"I love you."
The words hit her as hard as his thrusts. Mira gasped, clenching around him.
"Say it back," he demanded, fingers working her c**t faster. "Tell me you love me."
"I—I love
