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Hard enough that she broke his skin.

The second she did, he shuddered.

Savvine gasped as Xander’s lycan spirit surged through her, an overwhelming torrent of spectral power that poured into her skin, wrapped around her bones, and flooded her very core.

It wasn’t pain nor pleasure.

It was ascendant, more incandescent than both states, an ancient resonance, a soul-marking that lit her up from the inside out.

She arched against him, glowing, violet and gold light blooming beneath her skin like wildfire made of stars.

On the nape of her neck, the shape of a wolf’s glyph flared into existence, mirrored on Xander’s skin, two radiant marks pulsing in perfect sync.

She reached for it with trembling fingers, grazing her mark and then his.

The moment crackled between them, thick with shared breath, wonder, and the essence of the irrevocable.

Xander’s eyes were ablaze, molten amethyst and gold, suspiciously wet. He cupped her face with a reverence that made her knees weak and pressed a searing kiss to her lips.

‘We’re knotted for life now,mi luna,’ he whispered against her mouth, his rasp raw with awe. ‘You’ve blessed me for eternity.’

Savvine’s eyes misted. Her voice was soft, but fierce. ‘I never imagined how happy it would make me. I love you so much.’

She gazed up at him, lost in the throes of unimaginable joy as his cock surged into her.

His eyes burned, hell, they flamed, fixed on the juncture of their slamming bodies.

Air worked through his nostrils in harsh inhales, his amethyst hair falling over his ridged brow.

She buried her nose in his nape as his spectral energy flooded her, and the tightening of ecstasy ratcheted all over her body.

She flung her hair back, so gone for him.

Ripples and undulations of euphoria hit hard as she bucked beneath him.

With a soft cry, she twisted her arms around his shoulders.

Moaning into his neck and holding on for dear life as he too rode the same wave to paradise.

They didn’t sleep.

Touch, quiet laughter muffled and muted by kisses, whispered memories, and the slow, reverent chaos of making love again and again pervaded their reunion.

No corner of the cabin got spared; they must have made love in four different spots.

Xander couldn’t stop touching her, didn’t want to, and Savvine let herself be worshiped.

Just before dawn, he pulled her from bed naked.

He led her outside, her hand in his, down to the lake that shimmered silver under the false stars.

The water was mild, a silk wrap sliding over their overheated skin. They drifted into the shallows, moonlight draping their bodies in ghost light.

Weightless and bare, he loved her again, slow and intense, every movement echoing in ripples across the glassy surface.

Afterward, she cuddled into him, her heart pounding against his, and neither spoke for a long time.

They dried off, wrapped in towels on his terrace, their bodies still damp and warm from the lake.