That damn tail.
The discovery that it could do… that… had permanently altered my brain chemistry.
“Please,” I whispered helplessly.
“Where do you need me?” he demanded roughly.
“Here,” I murmured.
Every answer I had centered around him.
Every single one.
I reached for him immediately, dragging him upward until his body pressed fully against mine.
Warm.
Hard.
Safe.
“And here,” I breathed shakily while guiding him closer. “I need you here.”
His cerulean eyes practically glowed.
Mine.
The matebond wrapped around us hot and hungry while he kissed me like he physically could not help himself.
Honestly?
Neither could I.
“Fuck, Menon,” I moaned against his mouth. “You taste good too.”
His growl vibrated straight through my chest.
“You taste like mine.”
That did it.
Any remaining coherent thought vanished immediately afterward.
The office disappeared around us beneath waves of heat and magic and overwhelming emotion while we lost ourselves in each other completely.
Not just desire.
Love.
That was the terrifying thing.
Every touch between us carried emotion so deep it sometimes felt too enormous for my body to contain.
When we finally collapsed together afterward, boneless and breathless in the aftermath, Menon simply held me for several long quiet moments.
His forehead rested against mine.
His breathing slowly steadied.
