AUTHOR NOTE: If you enjoy music while you're reading, try "I Get to Love You" by Ruelle while reading this chapter. It's the song I listened to while writing it.
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~ SASHA ~
Zev's voice, breathless and husky, echoed in her head and in the cavern as he explored her, first with fingers and lips, his whispered questions broken by his own breath. She tried to hold his eyes, to watch him, but the feelings he pulled from her, the pleasure he played on her skin, it was glorious and in the end, she could only let her head sink back, her eyes closed, and the world become very small as his touches made her heart race, her skin prickle, and that tide in her belly begin to build.
His gentleness was a gift, a balm to her self-consciousness—until she didn't feel self-conscious anymore, but grew frustrated. Desperate.
