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I pulled back and plunged in again, and her body welcomed me with a clench that made stars burst behind my eyes. I could feel her approaching the edge. The tension coiling at the base of her spine, the heat gathering between her thighs, the way her inner walls began to flutter around me.

And then she shifted.

One moment I was above her, rocking into her with slow, measured thrusts, and the next her hands were on my chest, and she was pushing, rolling us both with a strength that surprised me. I went with it because she wanted it. The room tilted, and she was above me, straddling my hips. Her dark hair fell around her face like a curtain, her gray eyes blazing with something fierce and determined.

“I told you,” she said, and her voice was rough and edged with dry humor. “I’m driving.”

She rose on her knees.

The movement dragged my cock nearly free of her body. The slow, deliberate withdrawal, the cool air hitting the slick length of me, pulled a sharp breath from my lungs and sent my hands to the soft give of her hips, fingers pressing into warm flesh. She hovered there for a moment, the head of me barely inside her, and the expression on her face was one of pure, unguarded hunger.

Then she sank down, taking all of me in one slow, devastating drop, and the sound that left my throat was not a moan but closer to a roar. Her body consumed me, her sheath stretching around my girth with a yielding resistance that made my muscles lock, as she seated herself fully.

She began to move. Not the frantic, desperate rhythm of need, but controlled and deliberate. She rolled her hips in slow, grinding circles, and every rotation dragged the ridges of my shaft against her inner walls in ways that made the bond scream with shared pleasure.

Alongside mine, her pleasure built with each rotation, climbing higher and higher, feeding into the thrumming that poured frommy chest. The heat of her, so intense it felt like my scales might melt.

She rose and fell, each descent driving me deeper, each ascent dragging me nearly free, the exquisite friction building into a slow torment that had my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. Her pace increased, the grinding circles giving way to something more urgent, and her breath came in short, desperate gasps that I felt through the bond as clearly as I heard them.

Her pace grew frantic. She rode me with abandon, her body slamming down onto mine with a force that drove the air from my lungs, and the wet, obscene sound of our joining filled the sealed room. Her inner walls fluttered around me, and through the bond I could feel her climbing ever higher.

We both hovered on the sharp edge of release. The bond had synchronized our pleasure so completely that we were moving toward the same edge at the same speed, and the shawra between us glowed with an incandescent light that turned the room into a cathedral of blue.

I thrust upward. Hard. Deep. Driving into her with a force that lifted her off the bunk, and her body clenched around me like a fist, and the bondsnapped.

Her inner walls clamped down around me with a rhythmic, pulsing grip. A merciless milking. I felt her release as it ripped through her body and into mine, and my own release chasing hers.

I came with a force that made stars burst behind my eyes. My seed flooded her in hot, pulsing waves, and the shawra eruptedbetween us, a blaze of incandescent light. The bond surged, solidifying into

She collapsed forward against my chest, her body trembling with aftershocks, her breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck. Our shawras blazed between us, its light gradually dimming from that blinding incandescence to a steady, warm glow that cast soft shadows across the walls. My thrumming slowed, the thunderous vibration gentling to a deep, soothing hum that resonated through both our bodies.

I could feel her heartbeat against both of mine. Steady and strong as her essence swirled with mine, bright and fierce and achingly vulnerable. I opened myself to her completely, letting her feel everything, the reverence and the need that had been building inside me since the first moment I saw her.

Chapter Fourteen

QUIN

Inoticed the light first.

Soft and blue, pulsing slowly across the ceiling, and for one disoriented second, I figured the portable lighting had glitched while we slept.

Then I registered the heat under my cheek. The rise and fall of a chest that wasn't mine. The deep hum vibrating through the body I was sprawled across was way too familiar for someone I'd only known a short time.

I lifted my head.

Vennox was out cold. That rhythmic vibration he made deep in his chest, the one that had set my blood on fire and my libido into overdrive, was now a low, comforting purr, and the light wasn't coming from the disc on the floor. It was coming from him. From a mark on his sternum, a swirling design that had lit up like a road flare right when?—

I sat up fast.

His arm slid off my waist, and I swung my legs over the side of the bunk, putting my back to him while I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, trying to find the edges of my thoughts, which was harder than it should have been.

There was something at the periphery of my awareness, not a sound but a feeling. A presence like someone else's contentment bleeding through a wall I hadn't known existed until it stopped being solid.

I dropped my hands, and that's when I saw the glow coming from the center of my chest.

Not the bright, incandescence that had turned the room into a cathedral of blue. Just a soft, steady pulse of light beneath my skin, tracing a swirling flourish of the same design marking Vennox's sternum.

I stared at it.