“Well?” she asked, voice clipped. “What falsehood do you wish to confess to now?” “The truth is, sweet nemesis”—I lowered my mouth to her ear—“I have not fucked a soul since the All-Sinners Ball. But I have made love to you a thousand times in my dreams. And I have never once yearned for anyone else to visit my bed.” I stepped back enough to watch the truth of my confession settle in. She searched my face, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears. “What do you want from me now?” To do all the unspeakably depraved, wicked things you and I both desire. “The same thing I’ve wanted for longer than
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