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She obeyed, meeting his white gaze. Affection for her warmed the depths.
“Good.” He raised his hands, asking her to lock onto his palms.
She smiled, lacing her fingers through his. Skin on skin exploded snippets of erotic images of things he wanted to do to her, of what she longed to try on him, into her mind.
He jerked back but didn’t break contact. “How—”
“Oz,” she said, then whimpered when pleasure merged the images with the sensation of his kock buried in her. “I’ll explain later, Illan.”
He laughed. “MyZiamee, let me show you.” With their hands together, he pistoned into her, summoning all manner of delights she hadn’t known existed.
Bombarded on all fronts—visually, mentally, and with him filling her so intimately—she’d never be the same. He made her…whole.
She screamed, unable to control her reactions anymore. Her body was his to conquer, to manipulate.
“Elorach,” he cried out, arching and raising his face to the ceiling, every muscle in his body taut.
He’s beautiful.
She sank back to reality, their hands clasped, her insides trembling, his gaze fixed on her.
Chapter Nineteen
Wakingupbesidehistruemate was something Illan had never hoped for, not until Iddan met Cyndi. The remarkable had occurred, which meant Illan could search for his dhutya among humans. As wonderful as his female friends were, he’d wanted a Durn female.
And Elorach had answered his unspoken longing.
Ziamee was his, had agreed to be his. He gathered her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. This contentment that consumed his soul was incredible. She was bold, fearless, courageous, stubborn, caring, vulnerable, quick to anger, and yet, she was worth everything and more.
Perhaps he was rushing things.
He snorted. Yes, he was. The gift came first, permission given by her parents, then a ceremonial dinner. They’d done none of that. And she deserved to experience it all.
He scowled. She hadn’t grown up knowing what to expect, but he had.
When he slipped off the bed, he fixed his gaze on her face while he listened for a change in her breathing. He shook himself out of his daze, having lost himself in admiring her…his female. Never had he expected this blessing. He trailed his fingers down her cheek, pure love for her filling every bit of his soul.
Even though he’d chosen the dishonorable path, taking her body before he’d secured her heart and future, he’d fight to keep her. He wanted this finalized, not needing to start their new life together on an unstable note.
After a quick cleanse, he dressed and peeked into her room, finding her still asleep.
In Etterian armor, a med-gun in his pocket, the dagger in his boot, and a blaster strapped to his thigh, he strode to the common. Coll stood in medical, his focus on the display vids.
“How is she?” Illan asked, settling beside his soon-to-be mother.
“Many tiny scars, perhaps from claws, and minor abrasions from being mishandled. Overall, despite her recent…adventure, she is in better condition than Amet.” Coll glanced up. “I suspect it is the variety of plants she consumed.”
Illan squared his shoulders. Time to reveal his lack of control. “Is she ready to be awoken?”
“Yes.” Coll tapped his tablet.
As Faerar lowered to the bed, the dome withdrew.
She stretched, then smiled at nothing. “Amazing,” she whispered. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she bowed her head at Coll. “All’s well?”
“Yes, milady.”
“Good.” She locked gazes with Illan. “I assume you want to talk?” She waved her hand at him. “Without Ziamee beside you, that can only mean you want privacy.”
