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Finally, our souls cried.

CHAPTER 24

Nyssa

Finally.

After gods and kings and even death had stood between us, we finally came crashing together in a way that set my heart aflame — a way that set my soul on fire.

This was what I fought for. This feeling. This love. This man.

And this was what I’d die for too.

The bond between us had reformed — somehow melted — so that there was no discernible separation between us. It was truly as if we shared one soul. His desire twined with my own, my ecstasy spurred his, until we were both writhing, on the precipice of freefall.

I couldn’t stop it and nor could he.

His movements quickened in time with my own — both of us catapulted into simultaneous oblivion; rocketed into an abyss of endless bliss that neither had any desire to ever come down from.

And then we did it again.

With euphoria hazing my vision, I rolled us both over until Caelus was on his back and I was straddling his hips. Desperate to fill that aching void inside me again — and again and again, forever — I sank down onto his already-hard-again length with a stuttering inhale.

The way he looked up at me was almost too intense to bear — like I was something precious, something cherished.

Something I didn’t feel worthy of.

Needing a reprieve, I threw my head back, looking instead at the star-strewn ceiling, and ground my hips forward, lapping up the noises that slipped past his lips. I’d never heard anything more erotic than a man undone by his woman.

Caelus undone by me.

Rolling my hips back, I gasped as his rigid length brushed against something he hadn’t yet hit by any other angle — and we had tested many of them, moving in ways that dragged our desire higher.

Prolonging the feeling, I slowed, moving maddeningly minutely, until Caelus took matters into his own hands and pulled my head back down to devour my lips.

He used the change in position to thrust up into me from beneath, spearing me over and over with his length. And I thanked him for it. Begged for it. Pleaded with him to end it.

And he did — violently, raucously… lovingly.

“Caelus!” I cried out as I came so hard the stars imprinted themselves on the backs of my eyelids, giving no heed to anyone that might be within earshot.

And as if my call had been a summons, his cock pulsed within me as he emptied himself again, panting until the force of our climaxes eased.

But he stayed there, nestled between my legs like he was loath to untwine us, long after our breathing slowed and our minds dragged us into the sweet darkness of oblivion.

Inevitably, reality came crashing back in.

I startled awake to a high, keening whine, one that sounded familiar, and yet not. Like a memory I’d lost somewhere in the haze of time.

My alarm triggered Caelus’ and he sat bolt upright, clutching me to his chest. His eyes alighted before he even really woke, prepared to incinerate any foe that would dare harm us in the relative safety of our own bed.

I stared out the open balcony, certain that the origin of the noise was somewhere out there, close enough to raise the hairs on the back of my neck.

“What is it?” he murmured.

Before I could answer, however, the whine sounded again.

It was definitely closer this time, perhaps just outside the door.