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And again, Aria glowed, lit up in striking lights that speared me to the core. To the center of who I was. From my beginning to my end.

“Pax,” she whimpered as she began to move.

“You feel so good. So perfect.” The words were grunts.

She was my perfection. My ecstasy. My completion.

Aria rolled over me, taking me again and again. Pleasure licked up my spine, and my head spun with dizziness.

With the rapture she created.

She arched and pitched and rocked, and I curled my hands around her narrow waist, holding on, chasing down the pleasure that was meant for only us.

“Touch me,” she demanded, and I slipped my hand down her hip and rolled my thumb over her clit.

I swore lightning struck in the room, and she bucked, taking me harder, deeper, wholly.

Bliss sparked at the edges of my being. In every corner. It sped inward to gather in a pinpoint to become one giant molecule of pleasure.

“I need to feel you come around me,” I urged, and I jolted upright so I could kiss her.

So I could swallow the sounds of her pleasure that erupted from her tongue as an orgasm rent through her body.

Her throbbing around me cut me in two, and that molecule exploded. My climax hit me so fast and hard that I couldn’t see. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t process anything but the feel of this woman around me.

With me.

In me.

And we were there, on a plane that belonged to only us. Aria and I elevated. Removed. Floating on a sheet of pure white.

And there was no darkness.

No regret.

No fear.

There was only stark, gutting relief.

Her nails sank deep into my back as we rode it out. As we rolled and writhed and coasted through ecstasy.

Finally, Aria slumped against me, exhausted and sated, her chest heaving against mine as those sweet arms clung to my neck.

I brushed back the locks of hair stuck to her cheeks and edged back so I could look at her stunning face. I had one hand bunched in her hair, and the other was on her cheek. “I will always find you.”

She dragged her fingertips over my lips, her soul eternally etched onto mine, and she whispered back, “Forever.”

Chapter Forty-Seven

Aria

I curled up against Pax beneath the plush covers, soaked in his warmth and swamped in his spirit. His breaths were long, and his gaze was unhurried as he continually gentled his fingers through my hair.

Our bodies were pressed together, our hearts in sync, our minds in time.

And he murmured, “Sleep.”

Aria took his hand where they stood at the boundary of Faydor.

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