I can’t make sense of this.
Are you... are you awake?
I don’t know. She pauses.Does it matter?
Yes. It matters.
Why?
Because I need?—
I choke on the words, claws sinking into the furs.
I need to know you want this.That you’re choosing this.
I want this. I want you,she rasps.
Even like this? Even while you’re?—
Touch me, Andrik. Please. It hurts when you don’t.
Vel’saev.(My heart.)
My hand trembles where it hovers over her hip.
Are you sure, Saelûn?
I’ve never been more sure of anything.
My palm presses flat against her hip. She makes a breathy sound, out loud this time, arching into my touch.
Better, she breathes into my mind.That’s so much betteralready.
My palm slides up from her hip, over the curve of her waist, feeling how her body trembles for me even in sleep.
More, please.
“Saelûn,” I rasp aloud. “You’re not even awake. This feels wrong.”
You can literally feel my soul right now... read my thoughts... tell me, Andri, do I want this?
My claws retract fully as my hand slides over her stomach, down to where my shirt barely covers her thighs.
Touch me,she pleads.I need you to touch me.
I push the fabric up slowly, fingers trembling when I find her warm skin. There’s no barrier. Nothing between us. Just her body calling to mine.
She arches with a broken sound, half in my mind, half exhaled into the air between us.
Inside, Andri. I need you inside.
I slide two fingers through herlunhae, and the sound she makes sends chills racking through my frame. (Lips.)
So wet,I whisper through the bond. Gods, Saelûn. So perfect.
My finger circles her kaelinae slowly, testing her... giving her a chance to back out. (Clit.)
Her thighs fall open wider, inviting me deeper.
