"What—" She gasps. "What was that?"
I don't answer. Can't answer. Because I'm still buried inside her and she's still pulsing around me and my own release is building at the base of my spine like an inferno.
I capture her mouth again, kissing her through the aftershocks, and start moving. Slow at first, then faster. Chasing my own climax now, unable to hold back anymore.
She meets me thrust for thrust, her sensitivity making every movement intense. She whimpers into my mouth but doesn't tell me to stop. Just holds on tighter, taking everything I give her.
The pressure builds. Builds. My magic wraps tighter around the bond, around her, and I know—I know—this is going to change everything.
I bury myself as deep as I can go and come hard enough to see white. My release floods through me, through the bond, and I feel Senna gasp as the sensation echoes back through her. Like she can feel what I'm feeling. Like we're sharing this moment on every possible level.
It's intense. Overwhelming. Perfect.
I collapse against her, bracing my weight on the wall to keep from crushing her, and we both just breathe. Our hearts hammering in sync. Our bodies still joined.
And I swear a bond pulses between us, demanding to be acknowledged. But I don't know what the fuck to do with that.
I don't know what the fuck to do at all right now when Senna has just altered everything I am.
6
SENNA
My fingers thread through Lorenth's hair, finding it damp with sweat at the nape of his neck. The strands are softer than I expected, silky beneath my touch, and I can't help but stroke through them again. Just to feel. Just to ground myself in something real.
Because this doesn't feel real.
Nothing about tonight feels real.
We're both breathing hard, our chests pressed so close together I can feel every rise and fall of his lungs. His heart pounds against mine, the rhythm frantic and wild, matching the chaos still spinning through my head.
I've never had sex like that.
I didn't even know itcouldbe like that.
With Darian, it's—it's not like this. It's never been like this. Quick and rough and humiliating, something he takes from me while I lie there and wait for it to be over. Something that leaves me aching in all the wrong ways, shame burning through my chest until I can barely breathe.
What I have with him is abuse with a pretty title.
But this? This was?—
Gods.
My body still trembles with aftershocks, little sparks of pleasure firing through my nerves like lightning. I can feel where Lorenth is still buried inside me, hot and thick and perfect, and some part of me wants to keep him there. Wants to hold onto this moment for as long as I possibly can before reality crashes back in.
Because this wasn't shame. This wasn't taking.
This was giving. Receiving.Sharing.
Lorenth looked at me like I was something precious. Like he wanted to worship every inch of me. Like my pleasure mattered more than his own.
No one has ever looked at me like that.
No one has ever touched me like that.
And when I shattered in his arms—when that wave of sensation crashed over me so intensely I thought I might actually die from it—he didn't pull away. Didn't finish and leave me empty. He held me through it. Kissed me through it. Made sure I felt every second of it.
Made me feel cared for.
