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Oh. Fuck. Yes.

He's so big. So hard. Perfect. The stretch and fullness are exquisite, bordering on too much but never quite crossing that line.

Hawke sets a rhythm that's both torturous and divine. He thrusts slow and deep, dragging himself in and out of me at a pace that has me moaning with every movement. Each time he drives himself in all the way to the hilt, I am complete in a way I never have been before. We are two halves of a whole coming together.

Through our bond, Hawke's pleasure mingles with my own. It creates a feedback loop of sensation, each of us feeding off the other's ecstasy. The love and desire flowing between us is almost tangible, a force as real and powerful as the physical act of making love.

The pressure builds inside me once more, a crescendo of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. The release snaps inside me, and suddenly I'm floating in a galaxy made only of pleasure. Every nerve ending in my body sings with ecstasy, and for a moment, I lose all sense of where I end and Hawke begins.

As I'm riding the crest of my climax, Hawke follows me over the edge. He drives himself deep inside me one last time, his body shuddering against mine. His groans and growls, primal and unrestrained, only drive me higher. His cock pulsing inside me, filling me completely, prolongs my own pleasure.

"Fucking perfect, sweet girl," Hawke murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with satisfaction.

We lie there, panting, tangled together. Our bodies slick with sweat and still intimately joined. I am thoroughly claimed, marked inside and out as Hawke's. But more than that, I am loved. Cherished. Protected.

I look up. Hawke’s eyes are soft now, filled with a tenderness that makes my heart swell. I reach up, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips.

"I love you," I whisper. "So much."

Hawke captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. "And I love you, my sweet girl, my mate. More than I ever thought possible."

With gentle hands, Hawke rolls us to the side, his movements careful and deliberate so that he remains deep inside me. He tucks my body against his, the heat of his skin warming me from head to toe. His arm wraps around my back, his hand coming to rest on my butt in a gesture that's both possessive and tender.

"Sleep, my sweet, sweet girl," he murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. His voice is a low rumble, soothing and full of affection. "I'll need you again soon."

As if to emphasize his words, he twitches inside me, still intimately connected. I love it. Love being so completely connected to him.

I burrow into him, reveling in the solid strength of his body. His chest is warm against my face, rising and falling with each breath. I focus on the steady beat of his heart, letting its rhythm lull me towards sleep.

A wave of contentment and protectiveness flows into me from Hawke, soothing any lingering anxieties about the challenges we face. Here, in Hawke's arms, I am safe. I am home.

My eyes grow heavy, and I let them close. The last thing I'm aware of before sleep claims me is Hawke pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.

"I love you, sweet girl," he whispers, his words following me into my dreams.

Episode 12

CHAPTER 41

Nightmares

Hawke Stormblood

A blood-curdling scream rips me from sleep. My eyes snap open, heart pounding, adrenaline surging through my veins. Melinda thrashes beside me, her body contorting as if in agony. Another scream tears from her throat, raw and primal.

"Melinda!" I reach for her, but she's flailing wildly, her arms and legs a violent blur. Her nails catch my cheek, drawing blood. I barely notice it. All I can focus on is her face, twisted in terror, her eyes wide but unseeing.

The door bursts open. Kellan charges in, sword drawn, his eyes scanning for threats. Behind him, I see the shocked faces of servants, drawn by the commotion.

"Out!" I roar at them, even as I struggle to restrain Melinda. She's strong, far stronger than she should be, and it takes all my strength to hold her.

The servants scatter, but Kellan stands his ground. "Something is wrong," he shouts, sheathing his sword and moving closer.

"I said out!" I snap, managing to wrap the sheets around Melinda's thrashing form. She's still naked. No one else will see her this way. Not Kellan. Not anyone. She’s mine. Mine.

“No,” he snarls back at me, grabbing her kicking feet and holding them still on the bed.

I turn from him, unwilling to keep fighting when Melinda needs me. I won’t win. I know that. "Sweet girl, wake up." I cradle her face in my hands. "It's just a dream. You're safe. I'm here."

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