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Her husky utterance was hoarse and raw, sending shards of need and a wild arc of happiness through his muscled frame.

Still, he kept his face impartial and leaned on the door jamb, cocking his head. ‘Sneaky much?’

‘Only when I miss the love of my life so intensely it makes my chest hurt.’

His lips softened, but his eyes didn’t leave hers. ‘Naam?’

‘Yeah.’

A silence stretched between them, taut and fragile, buzzing like a wire drawn too tight.

‘How much?’ he asked, voice rasping.

‘Too much,’ she murmured. ‘Come here, baby.’

His gaze heated, raking over her. ‘That an order?’

She took a trembling inhale. ‘I’m not going to ask again.’

Xander’s eyes flared. ‘Or what?’ he growled.

‘Or you might miss out on some sweet reunion loving.’

He growled and lunged.

He was on her in two strides, scooping her into his arms like she weighed nothing.

Her breath hitched, but she melted into him.

He cradled her face in one hand, thumb grazing her cheek.

‘Fokk,’ he breathed, then kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was the kiss of a man who’d waited too long, nearly lost everything, fought through void and fire, and still found her on the other side.

Their mouths met like a collision, all heat and hunger, her fingers fisting in the front of his shirt, his grip tightening on her waist.

He carried her through the dim cabin, past the quiet flicker of the hearth, into his bedroom.

Where he planned to ravish her as the man who knew down to his bones that she was his.

His axis.

His peace.

His future.

SAVVINE

She knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, naked, between Xander’s spread thighs, lips, mouth, and hands on her man’s thick, throbbing shaft.

Adoring, loving, stroking it.

Rolling her tongue and circling the jeweled tip, she suckled.

He bucked hard, thrusting deep into her throat.