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Farah was sailing, floating, soaring on a cloud of incomparable bliss. Radiant , luminous rapture took her. She had never experienced such euphoria before, had never known she could be taken to such heights of ecstasy.

Her body shuddered with the climax as Rohan rose over her. She reached for him, needing to feel his weight atop her. As soon as her hands met his skin, she opened her eyes. His face was a breath from hers. And in his eyes she saw a raw, visceral need. Her stomach fluttered at the sight of it. She urged him to her and gasped when his cock grazed her swollen, sensitive flesh.

His jaw clenched when the thick head of his arousal found her entrance. Her back arched as he slowly slid inside her, filling her, stretching her. She bit her lip when he pulled out, only to plunge inside her once more—harder, deeper.

He filled her over and over again. She matched his tempo, their bodies moving together. Sweat glistened on their skin as the rhythm increased. She was rapidly descending into a tempest of desire she knew would change her forever. And in the middle of the storm was Rohan . He was all that held her steady, all that kept her anchored.

The familiar ache settled low in her stomach, tightening, constricting as the passion built with each thrust of his hips, each plunge of his shaft. Her legs wrapped around him. One of his hands slid beneath her buttocks and angled her hips higher. As soon as he did, he drove inside her, filling her deeper than before. She cried out from the exquisite feel of him moving within her as if she were finally whole. Their gazes clashed, held as his hips pumped savagely, relentlessly, each stroke taking her closer and closer to another climax.

She was unable to look away, even as her body stiffened, and the orgasm struck. She shouted his name, her nails digging into his flesh as she was taken higher, swept farther than before.

Rohan was enthralled as he watched pleasure spread across her face. Each time her body clamped around his cock, it brought him closer. There was no holding back his orgasm, not after seeing and feeling her climax twice.

He couldn’t look away from her hazel eyes. He was trapped, caught within her beguiling gaze. With his hips pumping rapidly, he gave in to the orgasm, his seed pouring inside her. The attraction he tried to deny, the need he couldn’t ignore, was strengthened, deepened into a thick thread that bound them.

Their breaths were ragged, their bodies pulsing from their shared climax. With limbs still entwined, he pulled out of her and rolled to the side, nestling her against him.

Farah didn’t know how long she lay on his chest, drifting between that curious state of sleep and wakefulness when she felt his cock thicken against the leg she had thrown over him. She grinned and leaned up on her elbow to find his eyes open. She straddled him, rising onto her knees until her sex hovered over his arousal.

Approval flashed in his celadon eyes. She took hold of his rod, enjoying the hard steel encased in soft skin. She ran her hand up and down his length, watching his gaze darken, and desire quicken his breath. Then she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft until she had taken all of his impressive length. Only then did she rock her hips.

A low, deep moan rumbled from his chest. She had never felt such decadence, such hedonism. She was needy, desire burning within her that only he could quench. His large hands massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples until they were hard and swollen. She rotated her hips, her movements quickening the more their desire escalated.

Suddenly , he sat up and wrapped an arm around her. She ran her hands over the thick sinew of his chest and shoulders, marveling at his gorgeous physique and the power she felt just beneath her palms. He leaned her back over his arm, one hand on her hip to keep her moving, then clamped his lips over a nipple and drew it deep into his mouth.

She cried out, passion causing her blood to scorch her veins. He pushed her higher, daring her to follow as he tongued the tiny peak. She was powerless to refuse. Her body was an instrument he knew how to play to perfection.

He shifted to her other breast and gently bit down on the turgid bud before his tongue swirled around it. Another climax was coming, fast and hard. She screamed his name as the orgasm rolled through her, tossing her about on the ocean of ecstasy.

With tremors still coursing through her body, she found herself on her stomach with Rohan behind her. He lifted her hips and entered her in one smooth thrust. She moaned, her fingers digging into the covers. His engorged cock pounded into her. With the blanket rubbing against her cheek, she moved back against him, wanting more—needing more.

Rohan ran his hands over her perfectly formed ass. Every time he filled her, he wanted more. She was completely delectable with her arse in the air, rocking against him. Her responsive body only fueled his already ravenous need.

That need, the devastating yearning to claim her, besieged him again. There was no holding back, no gentleness as he mercilessly pounded into her tight sheath. Her cries of pleasure only pushed him further until another orgasm claimed him. He threw back his head and shouted, digging his fingers into her hips until they were both spent.

They fell sideways together, and he tucked his body next to hers, surprised to find a small measure of satisfaction filling him. But he knew he wouldn’t stay sated for long—not with Farah in his arms.

Even as he thought about checking the perimeter, the way she tucked his hand against her chest lulled him. He closed his eyes to the feel of her heart beating.

She woke to Rohan kissing her back, his tongue and lips teasing her skin, arousing her with his skilled mouth. His erection pressed against her. There was no stopping the hot, wet rush of anticipation that filled her. He wanted more.

He wanted her .

“ I can’t stop kissing you,” he murmured with his lips against her skin.

She turned to face him. “ I don’t want you to.”

“ There was a moment when I woke that I feared this had all been a dream.”

She touched his face, loving the scratch of his beard against her palm. “ It isn’t. I’m here. This is real.”

“ As much as I’d love to continue pleasuring you—and I will later—we need to talk.”

“ I know.”

He gently moved a lock of hair from her face to tuck behind her ear. “ Our journey brought a lot of realities to my attention. Some , I never could have imagined.”

She wanted to stop him, but the words had to be said. No matter what happened next, she didn’t regret her time with Rohan .

“ My preconceived notions about elves were wrong. Well ,” he corrected, “mostly wrong. This is me apologizing for putting you in danger by using the bomb and taking you from the compound. And for blackmailing you. This is me thanking you for saving me countless times. This is me saying that I saw Shecrish through your eyes, and you made me want to see and experience more. This is me telling you that I love you.”

Farah gasped, never expecting to hear such words.

“ I know we come from two different worlds. I don’t know how it would work or if you even want to try, but I had to tell you how I feel. Dain and Durga promised to tell me if you were getting better, but I’ve not seen anyone. I feared you were gone, and they didn’t want to tell me. I …” He paused and licked his lips. “ I realized the many times I should have told you about my feelings that I couldn’t get back. I promised myself that if I got the chance again, I would take it.”

His speech had taken her aback. She searched his eyes as she digested everything.

“ Say something. Anything . Please ,” he begged.

She pressed her lips to his for a brief kiss. “ You were the enemy turned ally turned friend. It was so unexpected and…well, beautiful, how it all fell into place. I told myself not to fall in love with you. I even tried to pretend that I hadn’t. But it was a lie. From the moment of our first kiss, you stole my heart.”

“ Farah ,” he murmured and pulled her against him.

They held each other for a long time, simply relishing their shared feelings and everything they had survived together. What they had prevailed against.

Footsteps sounded on the bridge near the hut. They jumped up and hurriedly dressed. Rohan poked his head out and called to someone, then came inside and shut the door.

“ The others have arrived,” he told her.

She nodded. “ How do we go forward?”

“ I don’t know.”

“ Me either.”

He shoved a hand through his hair. “ Are you still working for the DIA ?”

“ I am. At least, I think I am. There is more work to be done against the Masters .”

“ I can help.”

She raised a brow, not at all surprised by his offer. “ What about your people?”

“ Kalyani is a great leader.”

“ Where would we live?”

He walked to her and took her hands in his. “ We could split time between here and wherever you want to be.”

“ Even with my tribe to the north?” she teased.

He grinned. “ Even there. I’m getting pretty good at traveling by trees.”

“ That you are.”

He cupped her face, growing serious. “ I love you.”

“ And I love you,” she whispered before their lips met.