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“I’m not sure I can,” he growls. Then, he sags. “How am I supposed to do this, Andrea?”

“I feel how much you want me,” I tempt, wishing I could forge ahead for both of us, but the last thing I want is to take away his free will.

“My vows... we’ll be breaking them together.”

“I-I’m thirty years old, Savio, and I’ve been waiting for you since I was seventeen.

“I’d really,reallyappreciate it if you made a decision, because if you don’t, then I need to go shower.”

He blinks. “Why?”

“Well, it’s morning. That’s when you shower. But they always have cold showers in the movies, don’t they? I need you. I’ve needed you for so long. A cold shower is?—”

“I’m a priest. I lived chastely for a lot longer than you,” he says dryly. “Cold showers don’t work. Trust me.”

His use of the past tense has the hair on the back of my neck standing on edge.

“Did you ever touch yourself?” I ask shyly.

“No. After Algeria, sex wasn’t something I craved anymore.”

“You’re hard now,” I point out. God, is he ever. His dick is like a brand against my pussy.

I didn’t imagine anything could beat the feel of his arms around me, but this is a close-won thing.

“You’re crazy. Apparently, I like that in a woman.”

“Yourwoman,” I correct.

He shakes his head again—he does that a lot. But he corrects himself, though his voice is low, a rumble, a mutter even, like he can’t believe he’s saying it: “My woman.”

For a second, I want to explode with happiness, but I don’t.

I won’t until we’ve broken his vows.

Only then will I know he means it.

Only then will it be cemented that this is fated.

“You’ve never slept with a man?”

“Never,” I tell him promptly.

“Nom de Dieu,” he rasps. “I’m so glad about that, but I want to fuck you, Andrea. I want to fuck you and devour you and?—”

I lift my legs, wrapping them around his hips and holding him tightly to me. “Take what you need. I can handle it.”

“I thought you didn’t lie?”

When he rolls his eyes at that, I roll them back. “I want you however you want me. Please, don’t deny me that.”

CHAPTER 24

Andrea

Mistral gagnant - Cœur De Pirate

If I hadn’t stopped praying a long time ago, I’d pray now.

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