If you like music while you read, try "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol. It's what I listened to while writing this chapter.
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~ TARKYN ~
When Harth twined their hands and their twin wounds aligned, Tarkyn's body was rocked by the roar of the bond—flames in his blood, cold comets dancing on his skin, disbelief and awe mingled and echoing in his head until it felt like the top of his skull might burst.
"Harth, can you feel that?" His voice was little more than a gutteral rasp.
"Yes!"
A sound gathered in his chest like a coming storm, and for the first time, Tarkyn fought, wrestling against the tidal wave of emotion and desire, suddenly terrified of losing control. But his tongue named her anyway.
"Love... my love."
"I love you, Tarkyn," she whimpered.
"You own me to my soul." Then there were no words left. He scrambled to his feet and pulled her in, plunging his free hand into her hair to hold her to him.
