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A force of nature she would never ever be able to resist.

She’d fallen for darkness and silence, and he’d caught her before her feet touched the ground.

Whoosh. He pulled her under.

Water engulfed her. Everything blurred. All she could hear was the sound of her own thudding heart—ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump—and the faint swish of the water all around them as he withdrew his maddening touch…

And kissed her on the lips, hard, his mouth crushing against hers, his tongue demanding, insistent, possessive, his fingers threading through her hair.

Whoosh. They came up for air. Gasping, she sucked in sweet oxygen even as he thrust inside her, because apparently, Kordolians didn’t need to breathe.

He fucked her.

They went under, again.

Twisting, writhing, clutching, tumbling through the stars.

Floating.

Even as Layla’s pleasure zones went into overdrive, she remembered something.

His horn-stumps. Apparently, if he wanted to, he could grow them back—so she had been told. Holy hell. She circled his temples with her thumbs, earning herself a low, rumbling groan that reverberated through the water and into her very bones.

Inside her, he grew harder still—impossible! The ridge along his cock was driving her absolutely nuts in the best of ways, and still he rode her, harder, harder, his arms around her neck, her back, his roving hands sliding over her slick wet ass.

Pulling her against him.

Submerged.

Breathless.

Transcendent.

Sweet fucking stars.

Whoosh. She broke through the surface, her gasps turning into a wild cry of release.

He came inside her, dragging her under yet again, holding her in his unbreakable embrace, claiming her with a full-throated roar that shattered the underwater silence.

They rose up, floating. Enki kissed her with frantic, desperate hunger, as if he were a drowning man and she was his oxygen.

“I was a dead man,” he whispered, “and you gave me life.”

“You saved my life,” she countered. “Does that make us even?”

“No. You belong to me now.” He grasped her wrist and kissed the back of her hand, a possessive gesture if there ever was one.

“And what are you to me?” Layla asked slyly, refusing to believe he meant that in a bad way. Enki’s fierce declaration of his claim over her simply had the effect of making her swoon.

“Your servant.”

Sweet fucking stars.

She was completely undone.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Two weeks later

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