~ HARTH ~
Suddenly, shockingly, Tarkyn came alive in her head, her heart. The bond crackled and hummed, shivering with a rush of new sensations—as if she had grown another skin.
It was impossible in that moment to tell where she ended and he began. She could feel his solid strength under her, inside her, around her—and she could feel herself in his arms.
She could feel his pleasure peaking.
Yet, even as the tide on her own climax drew away from the shore of her heart, to suddenly sense his, to feel the blood coursing under his skin, burning with heat and crackling with energy, to sense his boundless desire for her, to feel that impossible bliss crash over him, pulled her body into another spiral.
As if she was suddenly thrown from a cliff, another orgasm rocked her from her foundations.
