Page 83 of The Healer

She met his gaze and frowned. “Say what?” That she loved him?

“Say you’re mine.” His expression softened and tugged at her heart threads.

She smirked. “You’re mine.”

He arched his back as he laughed. The sound was so joyful, she smiled in earnest.

“At last.” Swooping in, he snatched a kiss that curled her toes.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

IT’S DONE

Ilona’sringtonebrokethroughdeep sleep. She threw out a hand to slap the nightstand. What she found was a hair-covered chest and hot velvet skin. Her eyes flew open, and she blinked into Rhys’s sleepy blue gaze.

“Oh.” As memories flooded her, heat exploded to her hairline, and she would swear in front of a panel of her peers, that the blush traveled along her throat to pucker her nipples.

“Your phone,” he mumbled, then inched closer, tugging her hips into the cradle of his.

The nightstand was empty. “But where—?”

“In your jeans.” He gestured to the floor, and curled an arm around her waist, holding her close. “Call them back later.”

A nuzzle at her neck, a tweak of her nipple, and any thoughts of who the caller was, slipped from her mind. She moaned, now familiar with the craving coiling inside her.

“That sexy ass of yours…” He growled and nipped her shoulder.

Her clit twanged, and she swirled her hips, trying to ease the growing fire.

“Woman.”

As threats went, she wasn’t impressed. Biting her lip, she gyrated on purpose and found herself face first in the pillow with Rhys spreading her thighs.

A stroke along her clit had him groaning. “You’re wet for me, sweetheart.”

He pressed his delicious hardness where she needed him the most. She whispered encouragement and buried her face as she shoved her ass back, urging him on. He rubbed the head of erection along her labia, then plunged into her vagina to the hilt. She cried out, relishing the sparking of her nerve endings, of the fire spreading outward.

“Harder, please, Rhys.”

He obliged with a grunt, and within seconds, the cliff rushed toward her. Withdrawing completely, he waited, then thrust in, and repeat, until she whimpered into the wet spot her drooling had made. Wave after wave of intensity rushed over her, barreling her closer to the edge. He reached around her and thrummed her clit. The additional sensations made her scream and plunged her into a molten universe of stars, a kaleidoscope of colors, of sweet and wondrous bliss.

His roar bounced off the ceiling, just as he bit her shoulder.

Another orgasm hit her, so unexpected, it snatched her breath and catapulted her across the endlessness of the cosmos.

Without withdrawing, he collapsed, taking her with him. Wrapping his arms around her, he cradled her to him, feathering kisses across her temple and the crown of her head.

“Lunar, I love waking with you in my arms.”

She stilled. He had said so before, and repeating it now proved his sincerity. Twisting, she cupped his jaw and captured his mouth with hers. “So do I.”

His breath rushed out of him. He crushed her to him, helping himself to another kiss. “Ilona, my forever.”

Tears pressed the backs of her eyes, and she smiled, dipping her temple to his chest to hide them. Gasping, she yanked out of his arms and landed on the carpet with a thud. “Shit, that was Gran.”

She crawled on the floor until she found her jeans, then dug in the pockets for her phone. Sitting there, she redialed, uncaring that grinning, he had rolled over to her side of the bed to watch her.

“Hi, Gran.” She waved at Rhys, trying to get him to stop smiling. “Sorry I missed your call.”

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