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one—I do not move, except to peel back my lips and let him see my locked teeth.
    For the same moment, Cassian also does not flinch. By a muscle. Wizard’s stare. Warlock’s smirk. Emperor’s absolution. Royal domination.
    He is going to unravel me. And dammit, I already hate it him for it.
    And have never loved him more.
    With a soft snarl, I roll back. The pillow is a taunting cloud, now puffed a little higher by both of my backward fists, twisting as Cassian laves my slit all over again.
    His tongue is fire.
    His tongue is poetry.
    His tongue is torment, the moment he finds the perfect spark of my storm, and fans it again and again with fresh force.
    “Oh! Ahhhh!”
    He hums with carnal satisfaction, suckling the cyclone even higher, turning me into a shuddering, quaking twig in the gale, clinging to sanity despite knowing that the end is near…
    Sweet Creator .
    The
    end
    is—
    “ Cassian !”
    And I am finished, thrumming and overflowing, trembling and screaming, rocking and bucking, unable to take anymore—until he gives it anyway, hooking his hands around my thighs, spreading my core like a succulent fruit he cannot get enough of. I moan, wordlessly begging him to stop, but he spikes me into yet another climax, ripping me from the moors of sanity until my body utterly dissolves for him—
    Just before my self-control meets the same fate.
    It all floods out—the heartache, the horror, the sorrow, the fear—everything I have kept stuffed down since those images from Sancti blared into my brain and tore into my heart. The schism has left cracks. Tiny prison breaks of tears have seeped their way past those barricades, though I have allowed nothing out yet. Nothing responsible for hauling me out like now, into the glare of truth, exposed and raw, naked and vulnerable, open and on fire.
    The sobs are wrenching. Exhausting. Freeing. They turn me into a blubbery mess, even as Cassian slides up, unzips himself with alarming alacrity, and aligns his hips between mine. The broad crown of his erection, pushing at my swollen entrance, is already slick with his need.
    “Oh… Creator .”
    “That’s it,” he replies to my gasp. His voice soothes over me while his sex slides into me…fully dominating me. “Give it all to me, favori . Open it for me.”
    “Cassian.” I look away. I am ashamed of the achy shiver beneath my plea, though at the same time, embrace it. In letting go of my walls, I can let in his strength. My ultimate weakness has become his perfect power—a force he returns in every long, hard, determined thrust of his body.
    But soon, even he trembles. His jaw hardens, his arms clench, and his buttocks tighten. Every hard, perfect muscle in his body betrays how he holds himself back.
    For me.
    Yes, he is ready to pour free. But he will not, until I do. I recognize that truth in his eyes—yet so much more too. This all only begins with my physical release. He does not simply want my orgasm. He wants the surrender of my soul, the ache in my heart.
    Because he wants to heal the cracks in both.
    Like the miracle he is in my life.
    “I love you so much.”
    “Then give yourself to me.” He adds a perfect hitch of his hips at the end of each lunge, causing the tip of his cock to stroke the rare ridge of flesh deep inside, making every inch of my core shimmer in new sensation. “Show it all to me, Ella. You’re safe, my love. Let it all go, raismette .”
    And once more, I am completely stilled—paralyzed by a dart of utter magic from his lips. The word, Arcadian for reason , is so much more to Arcadians. When a man uses it with a woman, especially with his body buried inside her, it is usually because he is married to her—and pledging his body to hers for all time. Right now, thousands of feet above the earth and hundreds of miles from dry land, it literally has to mean nothing.
    But it means everything.
    Emotions burst from me…everywhere. Trembling, sobbing, shuddering even harder and