Page 63 of Nauti Siren (Nauti 7)

“Jed, please,” she begged, her neck arching, knees lifting to grip his hips tighter, to push closer with each stroke inside her. “Oh, God, please. Fuck me harder. . . . ”

A harsh groan rasped from his throat.

One hand gripped her hip as he buried his face at her neck, stinging kisses pressing against her flesh as the pace increased. Rapid-fire thrusts impaled the tender, sensitive flesh. The heat built inside her, raced through her womb, struck at her clit and in the depths of her pussy. Blinding, white-hot, and intense, the orgasm exploded inside her, flinging her from the edge of reality and tossing her into a chaotic storm of pure sensation that seemed never-ending.

Like a supernova, it expanded and burned, searing everything in its path as Jed buried himself deep inside her, stilled, then, with a heavy growl against her neck, gave in to his own release.

What she felt in that moment shouldn’t have surprised her: The feeling that suddenly she and Jed inhabited the same soul, the same body, the same storm of emotion and pleasure, shouldn’t have been a shock. But she had a feeling it was something she would never get used to. It was something she would never tire of experiencing.

It was a bonding, she realized as tears spilled from her eyes once again. A bonding she would never be free of. One she never wanted to be free of.

“I love you, Piper. ” His voice was a mix of hope and desperation as he held tight to her. “Beyond my last breath, I love you. ”

Beyond his last breath, and beyond forever itself . . .

They loved.

EPILOGUE

It was that deepest part of the night.

That time when sound carried its best and revealed the secrets others would prefer remain hidden.

For Lyrica, it was that time of night that haunted her the most. The time that seeped into her soul, filled her with chaos, and left her staring into the darkness and hearing the secrets she had no desire to know.

It was that time when she ached for what she now knew she could never have, yet was forced to acknowledge that settling for less wasn’t going to happen.

It was that time of night when, no matter the locks on the doors, or how tightly the windows were closed, still he found a way to her. . . .

“Pretty Lyrica,” he whispered from the darkness. “Did you really think I’d let you hide . . . ?”

“Please—don’t. ” She shook her head, helpless as she felt his weight on the bed, watched his shadow come over her as he slowly drew the sheets back from her naked, aching body. “Please . . . ”

“You’re mine . . . ”

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