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His cock pulsed between us, impossibly hard and slick with my arousal as he rocked his length against my heated sex. His arms trembled as he restrained himself from entering me.
I needed him to break.
Damn his self-control.
My hips pushed into his, searching for more friction against my throbbing apex. Little moans of pleasure caught in my throat, only to be swallowed into his as our kiss deepened. My legs trembled, and need tingled from my nipples to my belly each time they grazed against his damp chest.
To my dismay, Gavrel paused and lifted his head, a worried look pulling at his brows.
“This is it. If we go further, you are mine. In body and soul.” He hesitated. “Do you understand? This is your last chance to leave, to have a different path. I’m … I’m not strong enough to let you go again.” He breathed in shakily, then repeated the words from the night of the Moonbud Revelry. “Now’s the time to avoid any regrets, Little Star.”
A small smile lifted the corners of my lips. I bowed forward to press a kiss into the tense line of his lips.
“Never,” I whispered against them, digging my nails into the muscles of his tensed back, my hips rocking eagerly. “I am yours. And you are mine. Make it so.”
We couldn’t complete the Kollao Ceremony with his talisman still embedded, but I meant every word. I’d stand by him until the end of forever.
A relieved groan fell from him as he shifted, his biceps bulging. Then he surged forward, pushing his hard length into my molten center, slick with need. A satisfied cry fled from my throat. He stilled inside me, my core adapting and gripping around his erection.
The rune on his right hand was burning brightly now, his fingers entwined with mine. The skin of my arms and hands shimmered,iridescent light flickering within the wild, weaving patterns, glowing cracks in the shape of twisting tree branches.
He brushed some curls from my forehead, kissing me gently on the side of my brow, and then my cheek.
Tenderly smiling, he placed one more kiss on my lips.
A hoarse moan fell from him as he slid from me and then pushed back in. Bright, throbbing light encircled our entwined hands, spreading along our skin like liquid spilling from our palms.
“You feel … too good,” he groaned, moving in and out of me, my center clenching around his thick girth. “I feel youinsideme.”
“More, Gavrel. I need …”
He began pounding into me, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. Our sounds of passion and me calling his name echoed through the room.
Slapping skin.
Whimpers.
Moans.
I ignited once more, this time a slow, throbbing burn deep within my belly. Light enveloped our joined bodies, cocooning us in a pulsing orb of kaleidoscopic ember. Our energies mingling and sweeping between and through each other.
We were two burning supernovas crashing into one another. Scorching infernos of passion, breaking and spinning back together over and over again. Until finally I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.
A blaze of heat zipped over my spine, and we both stilled, our souls sinking into one another through our locked eyes.
And then we burst into a million little stars.
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PROTECTORS OF THE MIRAGE ORCHID
SERYN
The luminous meadow swayed around me, its towering flowers brushing against my biceps. Gavrel stood beside me, his hand in mine.
A gust of wind pushed against us, and I flung one arm up to protect my face. Gavrel threw his weight against it, tugging me behind him as he carved our way through an ocean of neon petals.
With a final lunge, we spilled toward the edge of the obsidian cliff. Frantically, my hair whipped at my cheeks, and I grabbed his wrist with my free hand. I tried to back away. Take him with me. We didn’t need to dive into the void before us. Into the shadow realm beyond.
