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“You’re incredible,” he panted, adjusting his grip to support me as the water splashed around us. “Every inch of you.”

He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to my throat, tusks grazing sensitive skin. I cried out as he drove into me, hitting all the right spots. Pleasure built inside me, radiating outward from my core.

“Zral,” I gasped, the friction of him moving inside me coiling tighter with every stroke. “Fuck. More. Faster. Harder.”

His laughter rumbled through me, tightening the tension even further. “So bossy.”

“Always.”

But he obliged, speeding his strokes as his grip tightened on me. The sudden shift from sweet torture to breathtaking intensity drove the breath from my lungs.

“Yes,” I hissed, matching his pace with equal urgency.

“Come for me, Red,” he growled, one hand sliding between us to find my clit. “Let me feel you.”

His fingers circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing me ever closer to the edge. Every nerve ending sang, body primed to explode at any moment. And then I was there, crying out as I tipped over the edge, clenching around him as he thrust deeper, faster.

Zral’s rhythm faltered as my pussy clamped down on him. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Fuck, Rava. I can’t?—”

“Don’t stop,” I begged, riding the aftershocks of my climax. “Don’t you dare stop.”

The slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the cave. The world became a blur of water and sensations—the weightlessness of buoyancy, the slip of his skin against mine, the smooth, cool rocks beneath my knees, and the throbbing pulse of him inside me.

“Again,” he demanded, his fingers still working my clit. “Come for me again.”

Release hovered within reach, taunting me with its promise of oblivion. Zral buried himself deeper with each thrust, reaching parts of me no one ever had. Again and again, tearing a scream from my throat. Zral followed me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he came with a roar that echoed off the stone walls.

We collapsed onto the rock shelf in a heap of sweaty limbs and ragged breaths, laughing like idiots. He stroked my hair as the sound faded to silence broken only by the falling water and our slowing pulses.

“You’re something special, Rava Kadhan,” Zral said quietly.

My chest tightened at the words. There were things I should say, conversations I should initiate. But it was too easy to pretend that they were waiting for us, on the other side of the night we’d just shared. So instead, I peppered his jaw with kisses, mapping a path from chin to earlobe.

“So are you, Zral Shieldthorn,” I murmured into his skin. “So are you.”

Whatever came tomorrow, this perfect moment was mine. And for tonight, it was enough.

CHAPTER SEVEN

ZRAL

The roar of falling water slowly filtered through my subconscious, rousing me from sleep. Memories of the night before came flooding back: Rava, dragging me from one trouble to the next; Rava, water sluicing down her glorious curves; Rava, writhing in ecstasy as I plunged deep inside her. A smile tugged at my lips as I stretched, expecting to feel her warmth beside me.

Instead, my hand met cold stone.

My eyes snapped open and my heart lurched with the sudden fear that she’d disappeared again. But no, there she was, seated on the rocky ledge with her legs dangling into the pool below. Pale light seeped through the silvery curtain of water, casting her in a hazy glow as she examined something in her hands. The pendant, I realized. The cause of all this trouble.

I allowed myself a moment to simply drink her in. The graceful curve of her spine, the way her tail curled lazily behind her. There was a softness to her shoulders I hadn’t seen before, a quiet contentment that made my chest tighten.

As if sensing my gaze, she glanced over her shoulder. The vulnerability vanished, replaced by the wary mask I wasbecoming all too familiar with. But I’d seen beneath it now. I knew the passionate, playful woman who hid behind those walls.

“Morning, Red,” I said, voice still rough with sleep. I moved behind her, drawing her back against my chest. The pendant’s gem pulsed with an inner fire that matched her skin. “Glad to see you didn’t vanish the moment my eyes closed.”

“Your snores made it tempting.” She glanced back at me, a smirk playing on her lips. “But this ismyspot. You’re just crashing it.”

“Your spot?” I traced idle patterns on her hip, savoring the way she melted into my touch. “Claiming territory already?”

“It’s been my favorite place since I first arrived. Peaceful. We don’t have waterfalls like this back home.” Her tail flicked, betraying her casual words with its tension. “Rule number one of going undercover: blend in. Any newcomer is going to check the tourist spots.”

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