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Somewhere along the way, his secondary cock sprang to life, latching onto my clit and vibrating, kicking my bliss up another notch. I was drowning in him, every nerve pulsing, every bit of my mind focused solely on the delicious slide of his flesh against mine.

“That's it,” he growled, his hips shoving forward. “Come on my cock. Scream for me again, my love.”

As if on command, my body obeyed. I fell apart in his arms, shuddering violently as wave after wave of deep, never-ending pleasure crashed over me. He quickly followed, his shout filling the air as he pulsed inside me, his warmth spilling deep.

For a long moment, we simply clung to each other, our bodies still joined as we drifted in the water. Lightheaded and sated, I hung on for dear life, wondering how I was ever supposed to function after experiencing something like this.

“You’re good at this,” I whispered.

He curled forward to kiss my forehead. “So are you. Amazing.”

My lips curved into a soft smile. “The sensations grow stronger each time.”

“In Zuldruxian mating, the bond only deepens with repeated . . . consummation. If you enjoyed our second time, I’m going to drag out even more screams with our third. Trust me in this, precious one.”

Chapter 22

Firion

After floating a bit, I carried her to shore. This time, I dried her body with a tunic, and I teased out another orgasm from my mate with my tongue while I did it. Because she was worn out completely, though she wore a contented smile, I helped her dress and placed her in the soft grass, then retrieved our packs. We ate and refilled our flasks.

Then we tumbled down together and slept, wrapped in each other’s arms.

I woke to the sound of a small creature scampering through the bushes before tentatively moving down the bank to drink. I rose onto my elbow, watching my lovely sleeping mate.

When she woke, I made love to her gently. She was tiny and despite her insistence she wasn't sore, I still didn’t want to hurt her. I carried her into the water again and washed her before returning to where we’d left our packs.

“What's on the agenda for today?” she asked, her spirits and body restored. She was incredibly strong and equally determined, and seeing that on her face and hearing it in her voice only made me love her even more.

“I thought we could look around, see if we can find anything edible we can take with us.”

“We have to travel a long way, don’t we?” She shivered as she gazed toward the desert around us. “Will we be able to stop at other oases?”

“That’s my plan, but . . .”

Shadows flitted across her face. “The Veerenads will expect that. We’re probably on borrowed time right now.”

“We are, but we needed to rest. We went through a lot while escaping. This time is important.” Both for recovering and for being together. We didn’t know if we’d live longer than the next moment, so spending time like this with her was vital for my soul.

She held out her hand. “Let’s explore, then.” She grabbed my now-dry tunic from the day before. “We can put what we find in here.”

After hiding our packs, we walked deeper into the oasis, weaving around the trees, the air thick with the scent of moist vegetation. The flora here was unlike anything I'd seen near my Dastalon Clan, with leaves in shades of blue in addition to the lavender I was familiar with. Flowers radiated a soft, ethereal glow. Talia's eyes sparkled as she took it all in, her hand reaching out to trail across petals of low-hanging blossoms.

“Everything here is so alive,” she said, her voice awhisper of awe. “Unlike the desert, and unlike Earth. It's a new, exciting world.”

I nodded, squeezing her hand. “It's a world that provides for those who understand its secrets.” I pointed to a cluster of fruit-bearing bushes; their boughs heavy with ripe, orange-colored globes. “Those are safe to eat. They're called zunberries. Sweeter than anything you've tasted, I promise.”

Her eyes lit up, and she plucked one from the branch, bringing it to her nose for a sniff before taking a cautious bite. The look of pure delight on her face was worth more than any treasure I could imagine. “Oh, wow,” she said around a mouthful of fruit. “You're right. It's like the best parts of a peach and a mango had a baby.”

I didn’t know what they were, but when she explained, I had to agree. We both ate two, stopping there to keep from overdoing it, then spent the rest of the morning exploring the oasis, our makeshift sack gradually filling with a variety of fruit and edible tubers I unearthed with my stone knife. We also collected some plump, purple-striped pods that contained seeds encased in a sweet, chewy pulp. I’d love to overload our packs, but we’d have to carry whatever we took.

Talia was a quick learner, and she was soon finding new varieties of leaves we could eat. She listened intently as I explained which plants were poisonous and which could be used for medicinal purposes, her mind soaking up all I said.

I would protect her. Stand by her side. Be with her always.

As long as the world didn’t take me from her.

If it did, and I’d do my best to keep it from happening, I wanted to share what I could with her. Each suggestion could make the difference in her survival on her own.

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