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~ ZEV ~

The feeling of her shuddered through him, as if every inch of his skin had become a Sasha receptor. His senses were saturated in her—her touch, her scent, her voice. He literally shook with wanting her, his breath hitching and catching as they moved together. He clung to her mercilessly, unable to be close enough, overwhelmed.

What was happening to him?

He leaned into her kiss, rolling his hips, breath hot, skin hot, hands full of her and all he could do was yearn for more.

And she was the same—frantic for him, her kiss deep and urgent, open mouthed and teeth clashing, writhing to meet him.

Eyes open to devour the sight of her, Zev groaned as she let her head fall back and the light of the day painted her neck, chest and stomach for him in a soft glow, the soft, cloudy afternoon silhouetting her between the rocks so she seemed to glow.

Then her fingers fisted in his hair and she pulled him down and he went, gladly, into her arms, their bodies rolling in time.

For long minutes, Zev was lost in her, his body climbing, always climbing, his heart slamming against his ribs—and hers echoing.

The cold didn't touch him, his blood racing in his veins, hot and crackling for her.

Then, careful with his wound, he pulled her up, shifted his seat so he had more room, and leaning back so just his shoulders rested against the rocks, he took her hips in his hands and began to move her, lifting her, then pulling her down into his thrust until his call was breaking in his throat.

Sasha's eyes flew wide and she stopped breathing, her heartrate skyrocketing—taking his with it.

He'd left her jacket on so she wouldn't get cold, but it was unbuttoned, the two sides loose and flapping.

Shifting one hand back to cup her ass and keep her close, he slide the other up her side, under the jacket, brushing the fur aside and cupping her breast, then tweaking her nipple.

Sasha made a tiny, high keen in her throat and ground into him.

Shuddering with joy, Zev drank her in—her mouth open, jaw slack, her throat exposed, her breast bouncing in his hand. Then he let himself watch where they joined, where they were made one and a guttural groan roared out of him as he almost came.

Seeing her so abandoned, watching her ride him, everything within him came alight, driving him deeper, closer. His heart ran, thudding in time with hers, slamming against his ribs so quickly his skin thrummed. Eyes wide he watched as, for every jolt of desire that coursed through him, Sasha responded with her own her body clenching, bearing down on him, her voice growing higher, more strangled.

And as her desire grew, it fed his

This bond… this incredible bond… he hadn't known. He felt as if his skin would explode, unable to contain everything he was feeling—heat, shivering desire, love, fear… it was an overwhelming wave of emotion that carried with it the glittering, physical sensations that threatened to…

Fuck.

He realized then, the way they were connected. His heart echoed hers, and hers answered. His body sought hers, and hers absorbed him, then fed her desire back.

As if they fueled each other.

His mate, his beautiful mate… her want for him made his greater, and the volcanic heat he held inside for her was overflowing in her own body.

In this endless, upward spiral of desire, his desperation only climbed. He wasn't going to last much longer. Zev realized.

"Sash," he groaned.

"Oh, Zev," she gasped, tipping her head back again. When he pulled her up, her eyes were wide, as if she were in shock—but they glazed as she took his mouth, sucking his tongue and whimpering.

With a growl, he returned her kiss, and she was there—open, abandoned, completely surrendered to him.

His chest swelled as his heart expanded, driving him forward with need.

"Sash, I'm… fuck… this is going to be fast," he groaned.

"I don't care! Please just… don't stop, Zev!"

Shuddering, he pulled her over him into his kiss, both of them barely able to keep contact as they struggled to breathe.

But Zev's control was shredded. One hand at her back, the other cupping her neck, he pressed back against the rock until his hips began to arch off the ground with every thrust. And Sasha, crying his name, rode him, gasping.

"I'm coming, Zev. Oh god… I'm…" Her voice was high and faint and Zev fisted her jacket, driving into her as was caught up in the relentless drive of her climax and together they both fell over the cliff in an avalanche of brilliant light and heat that left Zev speechless and gasping.

Blinking, panting, stunned, still twitching, Zev's body relaxed and he clutched her to his chest, unable to catch his breath.

"What the hell?" Sasha panted. "What the hell?"

It took him several heaving breaths to be able to speak. "It's the bond," he wheezed. "We're… our bodies are feeling each other… I could feel what you were feeling… could you?"

Sasha blinked, then nodded, pulling back to meet his eyes. "That wanting…" she breathed. "That's what it's like for you all the time?"

He snorted. "Only at the beginning. That was… that was next level."

"It was like something within me was growing and… bursting out!"

He nodded. "Me too." He slid his hand into her hair, overcome with the need to be close to her. "God, you're so beautiful, Sash. So fucking hot. I'm just… I can't believe you're mine."

She shook her head, her eyes wide. "I feel the same way."

Zev was suddenly swallowing a lump in his throat, his eyes stinging. Overwhelmed, he pulled her into another kiss and held her so tightly he worried he might cut off her air. But she only clung back, whispering his name against his lips and pressing into his chest.

Desperation didn't even cover it.

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