"Mon pauvre," Valentin murmured in a husky voice before she was once more flipped around and pinned. "I think that hurt you worse than it did me."
"I'm fine," she lied. "Your move."
"If you wish."
Then his mouth was on hers, hot and insistent. Raina melted under the onslaught and returned the kiss hungrily. She tried to reach for his hair, but he kept her arms pinned against the cold tile.
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