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My hands grip his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin as our tongues dance together. He reaches down for his cock and my legs spread wide for him. I can feel the warmth of his erection against my thigh, and the thought of what he’s about to do to me sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my core.

He positions himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance. I look up at him, knowing I must look a little wild and desperate myself. We lock eyes, and for a moment, everything between us seems to shift. It’s as if all the walls we’ve put up are crumbling, the barriers between our hearts and souls dissolving in the face of this primal connection.

I’ve needed this, I think, running my fingers up over the taut muscles of his arms, to his shoulders.I’ve needed this terribly.

Andor leans down, his mouth capturing mine once more as he pushes into me slowly, inch by inch. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as the sinful mix of pleasure and pain courses through me, igniting my nerves, almost too much to bear. His cock fills me, stretching me wide, and I can feel myself being claimed by him in a way that I never thought possible.

He pulls away from the kiss, our eye contact intense as he begins to move. Any gentleness is now gone. His thrusts are rough and hard, each one sending shock waves of pleasure through me. My fingers are digging into his shoulders now, and I can feel my own desire swelling, becoming even more wet than before.

“Harder, Andor,” I gasp, my voice thick with lust. “Fuck me harder.”

My command causes heat to flash in his eyes and he complies, his thrusts becoming more frenzied, more intense. His cock slides in and out of me, each push driving me closer and closer to the edge. I canfeel my orgasm building, a fierce tempest within me that I know will consume me in no time at all.

Andor’s eyes never leave mine, adding to the intensity of our connection, his face twisted with lust and pure possession. He reaches down, his hand finding my clit, and begins to rub it in circular motions. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself spiraling toward the edge.

“I…going to come,” I gasp, my voice trembling.

Andor continues his assault on my body, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. His fingers find my clit again, and I can feel my orgasm building even faster until it becomes too much to bear.

“Now, Andor,” I beg, my voice hoarse with desire. “Please, I need it now.”

He responds with a savage growl, his cock thrusting into me with renewed vigor. His fingers continue their relentless pace on my clit, and I can feel myself shaking, on the brink of shattering into a million pieces.

I toss my head back, my entire body convulsing as an orgasm like nothing I’ve ever experienced before washes over me, my whole body arching. The rush that washes over me is so intense that my cries of pleasure echo around the room, mingling with Andor’s own hurried grunts.

As the waves of my climax crash over me, Andor’s own release follows close behind and with just as much power, his cock spasming deep within me as he comes with a ferocity that takes my breath away. He shudders above me, hard muscles straining as it rolls through him, our bodies still joined, our breaths ragged and uneven.

Slowly, we disentangle ourselves from one another, Andor carefully pulling out until I feel a strange hollowness inside from where he just was. Then he lies beside me on the bed, his face reflecting the same mixture of awe and emotion that I feel coursing through me.

“That was—” I stammer, my voice still thick with lust and emotion. I’m near tears, having a hard time processing everything.

He looks at me with a mixture of tenderness and fierce protectiveness. “I know. I felt it too. That was something we both needed.” He pauses, letting out a deep breath. “The last time we…I’ve been giving you space and had only hoped I hadn’t lost you. But I’ve needed you, Brynla. I’ve needed you like nothing else in this world. We both went through something traumatizing, and I’ve been so afraid we couldn’t find our way back to each other.”

I look into his eyes, still wide with wonder, and nod.

“I feared the same thing,” I admit quietly. “But I’m still here, somehow. And you’re still here.”

In the midst of our grief and loss, we’ve found something that both connects and comforts us. It may not replace what we’ve lost but at least he’s shown me some light. Light that might fade when he leaves this room, the darkness always ready to swoop back in, but something good—somethingreal—all the same.

Chapter 26

Andor

For the second time Iwake up naked next to Brynla Aihr, and again the world feels completely different. Like it had been operating at a tilt my whole life and has only now righted itself. There’s clarity, yes, but something deeper. A lot fucking deeper, something I can’t even put into words but I believe it. Because Ifeelit.

Last night was intense. It was dark and wild and raw, and very much needed. A chance for us to reconnect, a chance for Brynla to heal, however long that may take her. Losing a family member, losing someone you love, produces a wound so deep that it will never scar over. My mother’s death never resulted in scar tissue; it’s just been this cut that’s barely stitched together, the threads ready to pull loose at any moment. Brynla had already lost her mother and her father, and now she’s lost the last person she had left. The wound is carved so deep I can see straight through her to the other side.

Yet somehow, last night, I was able to mend her, if only for a moment.

“Good morning,” I whisper to her, my lips at her ear. I’m already hard and wondering if she’d like a repeat.

She lets out a soft moan as I run the tip of my nose through her hair, the lavender strands shining in threads of pink and silver from the early sun that’s peeking in through the window. Lemi, bless his hound heart, is still on the balcony, his silhouette visible through the curtains.

I slowly slide my hand over the smooth skin of her shoulder and down her arm, appreciating the firm muscle underneath, the slight flexing at my touch, such a testament to her power. Then I let my fingers trail over her hips and she squirms slightly, letting out a breathy giggle that works like a bolt of lightning through my veins.

I grin against her skin, pressing more kisses behind her ear. I found a ticklish spot. I found a weakness, a tender spot surrounded by so much armor.

I temper the feel of my fingers even more, letting them trail over her skin like butterfly wings. She moves her hips back against my cock, grinding in hard, then pulling away, writhing against me like her body wants to escape but she doesn’t.

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