Her climax hit him like a shockwave.He gasped against her ear, his control slipping as her body squeezed him in wave after wave.
“Hannah,” he groaned, voice ragged,
His hips faltered.His rhythm broke.He was close.Gray’s body tensed above her, every muscle tight, every breath harsh and uneven.Hannah felt his climax approaching before he said a word.It was a tremor rolling through the earth, a gathering storm too powerful to contain.His hips drove into her with deep, shuddering thrusts, each one less controlled than the last, each one fueled by pleasure so intense it ricocheted through her in answering waves.
He buried his face against her neck, groaning her name in a voice that vibrated down to her bones.
“Hannah, I’m coming.”
She tightened her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper.“Don’t hold back,” she commanded.“I want all of you.I want to feel you deep.”
That was all it took.
Gray let out a half growl, half plea, and thrust into her one final time.He came hard, spilling into her with a force that made his entire body shudder.Hannah felt every bit of the climax that tore through him, not just in her body but through the bond connecting them.
His pleasure merged with hers, his release slamming into her senses until her vision blurred and her breath caught.Sparks erupted across their skin, bright and wild, drawn to the intensity of their joining.His orgasm triggered hers again, the bond amplifying everything until she couldn’t tell where her pleasure ended and his began.
“Gray,” she gasped, overwhelmed as her body tightened around him again, milking him in rhythmic waves that made him choke on another groan.
The bond ignited.
It wasn’t gentle.It wasn’t quiet.It was a burst of electric ecstasy that tore through her with white-hot brilliance, searing every nerve with sensation, every breath with emotion.Power coursed in her veins, binding itself to him with a ferocity that left her shaking.
He was inside her head.The tenderness was so fierce it broke her open.Beneath it all was the connection of their souls.
Mine.
The word hit her like a second climax.
Hannah cried out, arching beneath him as the bond snapped fully into place, weaving their energies together in a way that felt like being remade from the inside out.Sparks danced between their bodies, tracing along her skin in glowing arcs, illuminating his face above hers.His eyes were burning.His jaw was clenched, his expression undone.
When his climax finally ebbed, leaving him breathless, he collapsed onto his forearms above her, careful not to crush her but unable to pull away.His chest rose and fell against hers, his skin hot and slick with sweat.She slid her hands up his back, feeling every ragged breath, every aftershock of pleasure still rippling through him.
“Hannah...”he whispered.“I felt everything you felt.All of it.”
She stroked the back of his neck, drawing him closer until their foreheads touched.Their bond glowed between them, warm and steady now, no longer a storm but a sun—bright, strong, unbreakable.
“Me too,” she breathed.“I felt you.All of you.”
A shudder ran through him—not from pleasure this time, but from deep emotion.
He pulled out of her slowly, carefully, and she gasped from the tender sensitivity.He groaned softly at the sensation, at the intimacy of it, and then he pulled her into his arms, lying down with her pressed against his chest, their legs tangled, their breathing slowly syncing.
The bond was a soft electric vibration against her ribcage.
Gray pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“You’re mine now,” he said.“And I’m yours.”
Her heart clenched, full and aching.The room felt as though the air itself understood what had just happened and softened around them to hold the moment.Hannah lay curled against Gray’s chest, her cheek pressed to the steady rise and fall of his breathing.His skin was still warm, still humming faintly with the echo of their bond, each beat of his heart brushing through her like a distant drum she somehow now shared.
Gray’s arms wrapped around her possessively.As though he were afraid she might slip away if he didn’t hold her close.He stroked her gently.It was both grounding and electric.Every touch sent little sparks across her skin, remnants of the connection they’d just forged.
For a long moment, they didn’t speak.He didn’t rush to fill the silence, and she didn’t need him to.Their breathing synced, the bond settling between them with a warm, thrumming weight that made her chest ache.She could feel him deep in her soul.She lifted her hand, resting her palm over his heart.His breath caught the instant she touched him there.
“Hannah,” he said quietly, his voice stripped-down and honest.“I don’t think you understand what this means to me.”
She tilted her head up, meeting his gaze.The storm inside him had quieted.Not gone—never gone—but softened for her.
