GAHRYE
Touching her was a world of starlight and shivering sensation on his skin. Looking at her, skin blushed and mouth open, eyes closed and lashes fluttering, hearing her call his name and feeling her grip on him tighten… feeling her clench around him as her desire grew…
He wanted to weep.
He'd seen this in Elia and Reth and envied it—the heat between two people that meant more than simple release. The need that drove them together, not just because their bodies demanded indulgence, but because their hearts yearned for it.
Gahrye had mated before, many times. Sometimes it was fun. Sometimes just awkward. But it had never been like this.
He ached for her—yearned to show her something with his body that could not be communicated in another way. He wanted to devour her, take her within himself and hold her away from the world so it could never hurt her.
What was happening to him?
