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He pressed his face against mine. His hot breaths mingled with mine as we gasped for air. Our bodies continued to move together, every thrust sending a surge of pleasure coursing through us. It felt like we were becoming one being. Each move synchronized perfectly with the other.

"Thrax," I moaned, the orgasm building inside me once again. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, every touch sending a thrill of pleasure through me. Harder, hotter than ever before. A crescendo of bliss moved through me, trying to consume me.

"That's it," he growled, his eyes locked onto mine as he drove himself deeper into me.

He continued to move above me, his strong body pumping powerfully into me. The rhythm of his thrusts matched the pounding of my heart, creating a symphony of desire that filled the room.

"You feel so good," he whispered against my ear.

I arched beneath him to absorb every last ounce of pleasure he was giving me.

Thrax's eyes never left mine, with a look of pure desire and satisfaction that made my heart race.

"Thrax!" I cried out his name, feeling like I was going to explode from the pleasure coursing through me.

"Ah, frygg, Hannah." He followed me close behind.

We both froze for a few moments as we were caught up in our bliss, and in those moments, I felt as if we were one.

THARAAX

Nobody had ever touchedme like her. The moment her hands moved up to my face, I knew I would be lost. I had had sex before, but nothing like this. Sex had been an outlet for pent-up emotions and a release for my body. This was so much more than that. We weresharingthis. It felt as if we were one.

"Hannah," I managed when I was able to control my breath. She stared up at me with those honey-brown eyes, telling me everything I wanted to say.

"I know." She nodded. "I feel it, too."

The fact that I had only known her for a few weeks and had not even liked her for most of that time didn't matter to me. Oh, I had desired her, but she was far too mouthy for my taste. None of that mattered, though, because I knew she was the one.

"I love you," I admitted, not expecting a response because I was pretty sure she felt the same about our relationship. About us not liking each other much in the beginning. But she surprised me, yet again, proving how in sync we were with one another.

"I love you too."

I kissed her, speechless at her admission and worried Iwould get all sappy and spurt out all my thoughts unfiltered. Hard and long enough for my cock to start twitching inside her, growing thick again.

She slapped my ass. "As much as I love this"—she moved her finger between her and me—"I'm getting a bit sore down there."

"Oh, sorry." Guilt raced through me. I should have thought of that.

"No worries." She caught my face between her hands to stop me from pulling out. "It's okay," she assured me.

By the stars, I loved it when she held my face like this. "Nobody has ever done this to me," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"Done what?" She wrinkled her forehead most adorably.

"This." I moved my face between her hands. "It feels good."

"Oh, Thrax." Her thumb wiped lovingly over my cheek.

"It's all right," I told her softly, "it only makes this mean so much more."

She leaned up and kissed me, then with a slight laugh, she pushed me off her. "I need a shower."

"So do I," I agreed. "I'll use the one in the other?—"

"Why don't we share?" she suggested, sending a flood of new desire through my body.

I had never shared a cleansing cycle with a female before, but doing so with Hannah was becoming my new obsession. I loved washing her and couldn't get enough of touching her skin. But I also loved when she touched me, awakening a new longing in me, one I had never even missed before. Now, though, I was starving for it. Craved her touch with a frightening intensity.