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She leaned over and opened the drawer on her bedside table. In it was an impressive assortment of vibrators of various sizes. His brows raised. “You’ve used all of those?”

Haven shrugged sheepishly. “Pretty sure I wrecked whatever was left of my hymen with that big purple one.”

Now that was truly interesting information. “What do you think about when you’re using those toys, sweetheart?”

She bit her lower lip. “I think about you.”

The mental image of her pleasuring herself with her drawer full of toys while thinking about him nearly brought him to his knees. “Well, why don’t we find out how the real thing compares to your fantasies?”

“About fucking time,” she nearly sobbed.

CHAPTER 15

Haven tried to shut her brain down when Roan crawled up her body like a hungry panther about to devour a hapless bunny. She really did. But talking about her virginity did bring one important question to mind. And the way her brain was shouting at her for an answer was almost killing her pleasure buzz. So…

“Wait!”

Roan stopped, holding his weight off her. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“How many women have you been with?”

She braced herself for an outrageously huge number. He was, after all, hotter than anyone she’d ever seen in real life. So, imagine her shock when he said, “None.”

Wait…what? He’d found both her clit and her G-spot with little to no effort. He’d made her come so hard she was feeling dehydrated. “How the hell is that possible?”

His chuckle brought her buzz back with a vengeance. “As you know all too well, being inexperienced isn’t the same as being unknowledgeable.”

She swallowed hard. “But why? I mean, I know why I’m still a virgin, but why are you?”

He looked confused by the question. “How could I make love to another woman when the only one I’ve ever wanted is you?”

Best. Answer. Ever!

“Then make love to me, Roan,” she said breathlessly.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead so gently it made her heart clench. Hard. “As you wish, wife. As you wish.”

Oh, how she loved this man. She probably would’ve told him that, too. But she lost the ability to, uh, word as he started to ease into her, one throbbing inch at a time.

And there were plenty of inches. If he hadn’t given her so much attention beforehand (and if not for her vibrating purple friend), she might be in pain right now as she tried to accommodate his sheer size.

Her mouth fell open on a hiss when she’d finally taken all of him. Or at least she thought she’d taken all of him. Could there possibly be more when she felt this full?

But then he hitched her leg up over his hip and he slid in at least another inch.

Fuuuccckkk.

“Are you OK?” he asked through gritted teeth.

She gave her hips an experimental shimmy, which made him moan low in his throat. If possible, that sound got her even wetter. “I’m great.”

“Thank fuck.”

Then he started to move.

Roan grabbed her hands and pinned them at either side of her head, locking their fingers together. Haven clasped her ankles at the small of his back as he drove into her—in and out, in and out—slow but deep, capturing her broken cries with his mouth against hers.

His jaw tightened and the corded muscles in his neck flexed as he angled his thrusts a little deeper, a little harder. Letting go of her hands, he slid an arm under her hips, pulling her tighter against him. She moaned as the new angle put just the right amount of pressure on her clit.

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