“Nothing to you, but he’d have no problem calling me a whore.” Valen pulls back and stares down at me. I shiver at the fire in his eyes. “He won’t call you a whore unless he wants his tongue cut out.” “That’s the councilor you’re talking about.” I run my palms over his abs. “I like this growly, protective side of you.” He smirks and thrusts into me, shocking a yelp out of me. “I like all sides of you, but I especially like when you’re whimpering beneath me.”
