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Above me, my new husband lets out a shaky breath, and our eyes meet.

“I’m…inside you,” he says wondrously.

I let out a light, shaky laugh. He’s always been inside me, his thoughts a companion to my own. But this is the first time his body hasmovedin mine.

I push back the lock of hair that wants to hang over his eye. “I can feel you there, in me. It’s…”Surreal. Incredible.“Strange and wonderful.”

Memnon’s eyes shine.

Deep where we are joined, a throb starts up. There’s some elusive movement I need…

Memnon must feel the same pull because he withdraws his hips, then sinks back into me.

I gasp at the wave of pleasure that comes with the action.

He curses, leaning his forehead against me.

I’m not going to last long, he admits.

Last long?I don’t know what that means.

He gives me a pained laugh.

It means I need to get you to come before I do.

I run my hands over his arms.Come?

Orgasm, he explains.

Oh.I still don’t think I have a great grasp of this urgency he’s talking about, but if it involves another orgasm, I can be urgent.

I want you to orgasm while I’m inside you, he elaborates.

My eyebrows hike up. That sounds excitingly perverse too.

Memnon’s magic slithers out from beneath his hands and down my body, toward the point where we are joined. I don’t pay it much attention until I feel phantom fingertips stroking that place Memnon kissed earlier, the one that seemed to be the center of all pleasure. I make a small noise as his magic increases its movements.

From above me, Memnon smiles.Does that feel good?

I can only nod, my breath hitching.

Slowly, Memnon begins to move his hips again. There are no words that can convey the wonder and euphoria of it all. It was erotic enough that the man who’s been inside my mind is now inside my body, but now there’s thefeelof this act. The pressure and thickness of him sliding in and out of me, combined with the persistent stroke of his power between my legs. It’s filling me up and winding me tighter and tighter and tighter?—

All at once, I break.

I cry out, my hands pressing Memnon as close as possible as another orgasm crashes through me.

Memnon groans.I feel you around my cock and in my head…

His thrusts drive deeper and faster. I feel more pressure, though I’m not sure the sensation is my own, and then?—

“Roxilana.”He says my name desperately as, across our bond, I feel him come.

I gasp at the echo of it and how it reignites the last remnants of my own orgasm.

I hold on to him as his motions continue on and on, no longer controlled. Eventually, his thrusts gentle.

He stares down at me, then laughs disbelievingly.