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His mouth came closer. “Aye. Ye can heal me with yer body.”

She stared into his eyes and saw more than lust. She saw urgency, even desperation—and fear. She started, touched his rough jaw. “What is it? Please, what’s happened?”

“Everything’s different now.” His arm swept behind her back, his hand cupping her buttock. “Just let it be.” But his gaze was searching.

“Ailios, I need ye,” he said.

Allie reached for him.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ROYCE SEIZED HER JEANS by the waistband, above the fly, and covered her mouth with his.

Allie gasped at the urgent onslaught of his mouth, while his knuckles pressed low and hard, beneath her denim and the lace of her thong. His tongue swept deep and Allie moaned, pressing her belly outward, against his hands.

Around her, in her, she felt his hot pulse racing in his body, frantically pounding in his veins.

Her own desire soared in tandem with his and she felt his excitement intensifying. He felt her every response, too. Suddenly he tore her jeans down her hips, kneeling. Allie’s body went still as his mouth moved over the lace covering her throbbing flesh. He hooked a finger beneath the thong and swept the scrap aside. His tongue swept the length of her, down one wet crevice, up another.

She held on to him and gasped with pleasure.

Allie felt him stiffen to incredible proportions and she felt him throbbing; she felt his need to explode. She began to crest out of all control. Clinging to his shoulders, she gasped his name. “Royce—let me come.”

In answer, he pulled her down to the ground, his mouth still on her sex, his fingers in her now. And he said, “I have to taste yer light.”

Allie was briefly confused. And then the strangest thing happened. Something touched her deep inside herself—and it wasn’t physical.

Royce went still—and deep inside her, he somehow touched her again.

His pulse changed. She felt a sudden rush of power expanding in his veins. It heightened her excitement; he cried out again, his grasp on her hips tightening. The wave of pleasure spiraled wildly in him, in her.

And Royce strained inside himself, as if fighting his need to climax. Allie wanted to scream at him to let go, because she needed to let go, when he touched her on some other plane again.

It was a caress between souls.

He had never been as strong, as virile; his power had become huge. He knew it—she knew it.

She felt him start to come.

The climax was unlike any she’d ever had before. He was overcome with the power in his body, but with it was the greatest lust she’d ever felt, an excitement so vast it was blinding for them both. There was only pleasure, power, pain and ecstasy. His climax became hers.

Royce moved over her, seizing her face. She met his wide, blazing eyes, aware he was as shocked as she was. He surged deep, stretching her tight body wide. He roared with pleasure. She wept with her own release, riding far and wide, higher and higher still. The climax intensified for them both, in unison. They were somewhere above the earth now, shooting through and exploding in the stars. Allie knew she never wanted to touch ground again.

And he delved deep again, not just into her hot, wet body but into her power, her light, her soul, and Allie embraced him, shattering in rapture and joy.

HOURS LATER, Allie held hard on to Royce’s big body as they both finally became still. Although stunningly spent, she was spinning mentally, physically, emotionally. Every time she slept with him, it was off the charts, and better than the time before. But this time, Royce had made love to her. She was sure of it. This time, there had been a connection, a union, that wasn’t physical. She felt as if he had somehow reached into her, entwining her soul with his.

His arms tightened around her.

Allie smiled against his slick chest. He probably didn’t know it, but he was hugging her. And she became aware of how exhausted she was.

For one more moment he held her, and then he moved away, onto his back, beside her. Allie was too tired to move.

They lay outside the chapel on his plaid, staring up at the dawn, for a long time. He finally said, “Did I hurt ye?”

Allie sighed, gathered up her wits and will, and turned onto her side and touched his hard rib cage. His gaze was on her, wide and searching.

She smiled at him. “No. That was incredible. What happened?”