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Asmodel lifted his head to look at her. His wicked grin was to let Izzy know her plea fell on deaf ears. Once again focusing on her womanhood, he ramped up his efforts, determined to have her explode under his tongue. His fingers thrust, a back-and-forth movement, fucking inside her as his lips resumed their suckling on her hard nubbin. His tongue stroked over it, rasping it until she stiffened and froze.

Then Izzy’s back bowed. With her eyes wide, she screamed his name, slamming her thighs tight against his head.

Ah, music to his ears.

“That’s it, myalma gemela,” he crooned. “Fall apart for me.” Watching her come was the most satisfying thing he’d ever witnessed. He rose to his knees, letting her legs fall loosely to the bed.

Her quivering body made her breasts jiggle as the hard tips of her berry-brown nipples pointed up.

Her shuddering breath unlocked something deep inside him.

He snapped.

With a savage grunt, he stretched on top of her and plowed inside her slick channel. Yes, finally, he was inside. It was too much. Damn, it wasn’t enough. Ah, shit. Her rippling channel grabbed him. Any coherent thought was beyond him. Of their own accord, his hips moved, shifting and working inside Izzy as a violent claw of lust tore him up inside.

He groaned. Izzy’s name became a song of worship. Leaning down, he captured one of her nipples in his mouth before reaching up to take her mouth with his. His kiss was demanding, claiming her as his cock claimed her pussy. Pulling away, he shifted onto his knees and grasped her legs and draped them over his arms. All the while, he kept a steady beat between them, ramming deep inside her. Her eyes widened as she gripped his forearms, her fingers digging into his skin with a surprising strength.

“Izzy, sweet,” he moaned, his hips jerking and driving, plowing deeper inside her. Her woman’s channel strangled every hard inch of him. The stroking of her feminine sex held him as a willing captive.

Her groan created a vibration that stroked around his flesh. He clenched his teeth. So close. So close… almost there. He hissed in agonizing pleasure as he watched her expression turn sharp, hungrier, while her eyes gleamed with excitement.

Asmodel’s hips tightened, arched. His cock throbbed hard, a violent flex of flesh as the first spurt of semen shot inside her.

Izzy screamed, her body spasming around his. Milking him for everything he had.

And just like that, his control shattered.

At the height of his release, the psychic barrier between them blew apart. Somehow, with her forceful release, the PsyShields she wore tore away. Now, nothing prevented his consciousness from flooding into hers. He merged their minds together. They both cried out as an unbreakable bond that transcended time and space carried their combined pleasure to a never-imagined height of shared ecstasy. Together, they soared to an unprecedented pinnacle of higher awareness neither dared experienced before.

It made them into something more.

It made them whole.

Epilogue

“Damn,ahu. You were supposed to rescue the human woman, not have sex with her.”

A deep masculine voice snatched Asmodel awake from a deep slumber.

“Who do you think you are? Arakiba?” The annoying voice continued.

Asmodel, his eyes bleary, glanced at Izzy, who slept on her side facing him.

Adapa stood beside the bed, his fists planted firmly on his hips, casting a judicious stare in his direction.

Groaning, Asmodel rolled onto his back with his arm across his closed eyes. “Go away. I’m sleeping.” He’d like nothing better than to throw the bastard out, but unfortunately, his brother wasn’t there in person. He’d somehow put Asmodel into a Dreamwalk as he slept.

“I haven’t heard from you in a while, and I was worried about you.” Adapa snorted. “I should have known better.”

Asmodel let his arm fall as he sat up. With a humph, he rolled off the bed on the opposite side from his brother. Even though he was on the psychic plane, he was careful not to wake Izzy. She might not be a psychic, but she was an intuitive lady.

He took a moment to watch her sleep. Her arresting face was slack in slumber with her upper body partly exposed. Asmodel frowned and pulled the sheet over her naked torso.

She murmured and nestled into her pillow with a sultry smile.

Asmodel’s cock twitched as if he hadn’t indulged in the fine art of lovemaking with her for hours.

Turning to Adapa, he crossed his arms, uncaring of his nudity. He and his brothers spent most of their young lives without clothes around each other, so it wasn’t worth the effort to conjure clothes for his older brother’s so-called sensibilities.

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