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All I can do is hang on for the ride as all the passion I’ve saved up for months strikes and bursts inside my body. I’m moaning and thrashingmy head against the pillow as my fingers grip his invisible shoulders impossibly tighter.

The oddness of the moment morphs into something even sexier as invisible hips plow into me even harder until he stutters my name and comes inside me. His warm essence bathes my inner walls as he continues to pump into me, riding the tail of my bliss until my muscles relax and I melt into the mattress.

He flickers back into his visible form, that beautiful, green face first, then his shoulders, which are indeed bloody, then that perfect ass and his powerful legs.

He opens his eyes and looks down at himself as his body fully materializes, then looks back at me in wonder. “I went invisible and you didn’t freak out?” He laughs and holds me closer as all I can do is give him a full smile and shrug my shoulders, still too blissed-out to speak.

“Never before have I experienced passion so powerful it made me lose control of my shift. That was amazing, Misty.”

He tips us to the side, his semi-hard cock still piercing me.

I bite back a joke about my pipes, wanting instead to bask in what we have with each other. His blue eyes are filled with affection as he wipes hair off my forehead with his blunt claw.

For a moment, I can’t recall why I was so angry at him. When I remember, I shake my tired head, unsure why I can be so damned stubborn.

“I have an offer,” I whisper as I nip his jaw.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Zylus

As we lay tangled together on top of the bedspread, our bodies still joined, I can’t help but marvel at the way she fits so perfectly in my arms. Like she was always meant to be here, pressed against my heart.

“That was…” I trail off, struggling to find words to adequately describe the life-altering experience we just shared.

“Incredible?” Misty suggests, lifting her head from my chest to smirk at me. “Earth-shattering? Hallion-shattering? The best you’ve ever had?”

I laugh, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “All of the above. And then some.”

She grins, looking entirely too smug. “It felt mind-blowing to me as well. And, I aim to please.”

“Oh, you definitely pleased.” I roll us over so she’s pinned beneath me, reveling in the little gasp that escapes her kiss-swollen lips. “Repeatedly, if I recall.”

A pretty blush stains her cheeks and I can’t resist leaning down to brush all that pretty pink with my lips, then trail my fangs along the delicate line of her jaw. She sighs, tilting her head to give me better access.

“Zylus,” she breathes, and the way she says my name, like a prayer and a plea all at once, sets my blood on fire all over again.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I murmur against her skin, punctuating each word with a kiss. “Wanted you. Even when you were driving me crazy with your stubbornness and your infuriating taste in bathroom tiles.”

That startles a laugh out of her, bright and warm. “Oh, like you were such a peach to deal with? Mister ‘I’m an expert on crown molding and I’ll prove it by mansplaining it to you for three hours straight’.”

I nip her earlobe in retaliation, delighting in the way she shivers against me. “You love my mansplaining. Admit it.”

“I admit nothing,” she declares, but the way she’s arching into my touch belies her words. “Except maybe that I love you.”

Hearing her say it, without prodding or provocation, turns my insides to warm liquid.

Heedless of the twenty-six guests in our house, I almost shout as I express my emotions to her. “I love you, Misty. Sometimes it’s so big, so wild, so restless and needy and insistent I don’t know what to do with it.”

I see how my admission hits her. Her eyes flare wide and she gasps with pleasure at my words. Perhaps she’s feeling overwhelmed, because she lightens the mood, sliding her palm down my chest on a quest toward my cock as she says, “Iknow what to do with all those big… emotions, Zylus.”

She removes her hand from me and eases away as my cock reluctantly leaves the warm clutch of her body.

“I have a thought.” All the lightness has bled from her tone. She’s serious.

“Does it involve another round? Standing up in the shower? On the rug in front of the fire?”

“Later.”

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