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“Yes… right. Every inch of me…” He powered inside her, driving his full length until there wasn’t a place where she began and he ended.

Writhing beneath him, Izzy’s inner flesh flexed and undulated repeatedly, greedy for every stroke. Her entire body sang with exhilaration. “Asmodel…”

“Holy Goddess…” His low groan fanned the sensitive skin at her neck. His body became taut, and each muscle tightened above her.

The slickness between them ramped her experience to a wanton level she never imagined existed. Her womb convulsed, driving the breath from her lungs.

“Fruk!” He yanked against her, then drew his hips back before pushing forward again and again, every plummet harder than the one before.

Izzy clamped onto Asmodel’s broad shoulders, each nail biting into his tight skin in reaction. Lisping cries fell from her lips. Bending her knees, she lifted her hips higher, begging for more, frantic for more.

The man didn’t disappoint.

Asmodel moved, each deep stroke fucking her hard and solid. Like a master, he plowed her with steady intent. He filled her, retreating then skewering her again and again. Stronger, heavy, until he drove inside her with one last thrust, pushing them both over the edge. With a cry, his body shuddered into hers, his release as high-powered as his thrusts had been.

Collapsing under him, Izzy’s exhaustion took over as a gentle wave. On top of her, his stiff body trembled. With a sigh, she savored a completeness she’d never experienced before.

Home. She was finally home.

Izzy smiled. Darn, they never got around to talking. Asmodel was still as much a mystery as before. Not that she cared about that right now. After that amazing bout of lovemaking, what else did she have to know about the enigmatic man?

She yawned. Well, anything else could wait until the morning.

Asmodel groaned and rolled them over on their sides, spooning them together.

Snuggling deeper into the man’s arms wrapped around her, Izzy welcomed the tranquil arms of sleep.

Chapter Ten

Asmodelswallowedagroanas he eased his semi-hard cock from the grip of Izzy’s body. With barely enough sense to keep the Dreamwalk going, he tried to control his careening emotions. The last thing he wanted to face was reality. Especially when her sweet, silken flesh spasmed around his semi-hard member as he retracted.

He collapsed beside her, putting an arm over his eyes, and took in a deep, satisfying breath. The air was a heady mixture of the musk from their union. His erection twitched, as if signaling it was ready for round two.

With a grunt, Asmodel forced himself to sit up. Draping one of his arms on his upraised knee, he swept a hand through his hair with the other. He couldn’t help but stare at the woman sleeping beside him. His chest clenched as he watched her.

Her luscious dark hair fanned behind her, and her lips parted as soft breaths went in and out. Her eyes twitched in REM sleep, and a sultry smile curved her full mouth. “Asmodel,” she whispered.

A dreaming Izzy saying his name solidified his sense that he belonged to this woman. The instinct burrowed deep in his soul. She was a missing part of him that had finally found its way home.

The urge to share everything about him with her overrode his common sense. Here in this Dreamwalk, he had the freedom for them to get to know one another. So, why leave?

Then she took in a lungful of air. The movement caused her full breasts to wave up and down, her pert dark nipples puckering as if begging for his kiss.

He moaned. Not one to ignore such a blatant invitation, he leaned down, determined to capture the alluring nub with his watering mouth…

A painful pinch at the back of his neck jerked him awake.

Asmodel blinked until the blurry vision of JR13 hovering in front of him came into focus. The small black-and-silver spider-bot’s iridescent wings kept the bot steady.

“What the hell, JR13?” Asmodel growled. The droid shouldn’t have been able to yank him out of a Dreamwalk like that. “You know you’re not supposed to interrupt me when I’m in a psionic mindset.”

“Yeah, well, cataclysmic events make us all do things we’d rather not, organic man.”

On that note, the ground shook, causing dirt and dust to rain down on them from the cave roof.

Asmodel covered Izzy with his body, wincing when several small rocks bounced off his back.

Shouts and cries from the large chamber caught his attention. Rising from Izzy’s warm body, he glanced over his shoulder. Smoke billowed out of the entrance as groups of pardalions sprayed a section of the cave engulfed in flames with wands that spewed some sort of dousing agent.

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