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As if he were enough, yet she still challenged, questioned, pushed, and parried without fear.

The way she smiled, with unadulterated joy, her mind, her essence, and her fierceness were all so damn real, and it scared the living hell out of him.

Xander had experienced desire.

He had taken lovers with the clinical ease of a soldier and the hunger of a man too long alone.

This woman, however, was slipping beneath the surface of his heart, running into his soul like a blade.

It was more than desire that gripped him; it was instinct.

From the moment he met her, her scent coiled around his senses, a wild, heady blend that ignited an ancient drive in him, older than reason. It was a primal, protective urge rooted in the marrow of his spectral blood that surged to life, roaring through him.

And now, after the way he’d taken her, truly taken her, when their bodies had collided in a haze of heat and hunger, he knew it wasn’t just lust or circumstance.

They had bonded in a sacred, irrevocable union.

The moment his fangs had sunk into her neck, marking her in the ancient rite, her soul had threaded into his.

Their lovemaking had been more than physical; ritual knotted their spirits, locking them together in a state older than the stars. He’d felt the echo of the Old Moon howl through his blood.

His wolf had accepted her.

Worse, his wolf needed her.

Nothing on this freakin’ plane, not duty, not betrayal, not even fate, would stop him from claiming what was now his.

She had no idea, but if he ever lost her, no matter how it happened, it might kill him.

She stirred beside him, a little sigh catching her throat as she shifted.

Her body pressed closer, curves fitting to his frame, and her fingers curled on his chest.

‘Alexandr-Alexandr Roman,’ she whispered, voice husky and thick with slumber and dreams.

His entire spirit tightened at the sound. The way she said it was soft, reverent, sensual.

Fokk.

He couldn’t help himself.

He dipped his head, pressing his lips to her bare shoulder, her neck, and the corner of her mouth. She blinked awake slowly, lashes fluttering, eyes still dark with sleep.

She smiled, a little dazed.

‘Again?’ she murmured, her touch trailing down his side.

He didn’t answer with words.

Instead, he pulled her close and in seconds, slid his rock-hard shaft inside her with a groan.

He kissed her, slow at first, then deeper, need rising fast between them, their bodies instantly finding the rhythm.

She arched against him, breath catching, and he rolled her beneath him, cradling her jaw with a sacred reverence.

In moments, Savvine’s legs wrapped around Xander’s waist, her palms fisting his hair as he glided his thick cock in and out of her.

His soul wrenched even as he surged into her and fucked her, thrusting with unrestrained desire.