The power wasn't death. Not for him.
It waslife. Energy, and bliss, andoverwhelmin the very best way.
Grayson roared as he came with me again, his knot throbbing with his loss of control, driving me straight into another climax.
His magic flared even stronger, and we were both lost to it.
The power.
The pleasure.
The need.
The lust.
We came together until I forgot everything other than the feel of his body in mine.
I was dazedas we caught our breaths when his knot eventually loosened. He didn't slide it out of my body, and I didn't want him to.
"Guess I'm in the lucky seventy percent," I said.
He chuckled against my hair. "Guess so."
The sound was so easy and lighthearted, it made me smile.
"I'm so fucking glad you talked me into that," he admitted.
"Best sex of your life?"
"By a long way." He kissed my cheek. "God, I love you."
"I love you too. We might need a shower before we head to the Honeymoon Hotel, though."
"And another round of that."
"And a few cups of coffee, to survive after another round of that."
"I'll make yours slightly caffeinated this time."
"My hero," I teased.
"It's hard work, but I'm trying."
I snorted, and he chuckled before he kissed me.I could still taste myself on his lips when he did.
After a hundred years of shared dreams, I still wanted Grayson Darke.
Something told me that was never going to change.
twenty-four
MERRILY
I textedDarius onthe wayto the hotel, sipping my barely-caffeinated coffee while we went.
Me
I survived knotting without a trip to the hospital
