The same rhythm. The same pulse. The same song.
One heart in two bodies.
I gasped, my back arching violently, my entire body flooding with sensation so intense it bordered on pain. The orgasm that had been fading suddenly reignited, stronger than before, fueled by the bond snapping into place.
I felt him.
Not just physically—though that was overwhelming enough, his cock still buried deep inside me, throbbing with his own need.
I felt his emotions. His very essence. His soul twined with mine.
Love. Fierce and protective and absolute and all-consuming.
Relief. That I was safe. That we were together. That we'd survived.
Desire. Raw and primal and desperate, his need for me burning through the bond like wildfire.
And beneath it all—a sense of rightness. Of completion.
"Merrilee." My name on his lips was a prayer. A benediction. A claim.
"I feel you," I whispered, wonder and pleasure mixing in my voice. "I feel everything. Your desire. Your love. Everything."
"I know." His voice was rough with emotion and need. "I feel you too."
He started moving again—harder now, faster, driven by the bond and his own desperate need. Each thrust sent pleasure ricocheting through both of us, amplified by the connection between our souls.
I felt his pleasure as my own—the tight heat of my body around him, the way I clenched with each thrust, the building pressure at the base of his spine.
And he felt mine—the stretch and fullness, the friction against sensitive nerves, the way pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core.
"Again," he growled, his hand finding my clit once more. "Come for me again. I want to feel it through the bond."
His fingers worked expertly, his cock hitting that perfect spot with each powerful thrust, and I was helpless to resist. The pleasure built impossibly higher, fed by both our arousal, amplified by the bond until I couldn't tell where I ended and he began.
"Ahrick—" I gasped, my body trembling. "I can't—it's too much—"
"You can," he commanded, his voice rough and dominant. "Come for me. Now."
The orgasm hit like a tidal wave, even more intense than the first. I screamed, my body convulsing violently, my inner muscles clamping down on him so hard he groaned.
He thrust deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he came, filling me with his release. His pleasure crashed through the bond, mixing with mine, creating a feedback loop of sensation so intense I thought I might actually die from it.
We clung to each other, our bodies shaking, our hearts beating in perfect sync, our breath coming in ragged gasps.
His pleasure was mine.
Mine was his.
We were one.
Completely.
Forever.
He collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest, both of us trembling with aftershocks. His cock was still inside me, softening slowly, and I felt the wetness of his release mixed with mine.
"Fuck," he breathed, his voice shaky. "That was—"
