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But this… this was different, this was more. This was a look of being broken, remade, transcended.

And seeing it, a hot, vicious jealousy surged through Vana’s chest, cutting through pleasure and shame.

He had never, ever made that face with her.

He had never looked so completely lost, so overwhelmed, so utterly possessed by pleasure when he was inside her. With her, it was love, it was comfort, it was familiar. This was something else, a religious experience.

A strangled, choked cry escaped her throat, a sound of agony and envy. "He… he never looked at me like that."

The thought was a poison in her mind.