~ SASHA ~
Zev's kiss became almost overwhelming. He groaned and his breath roared, his body twitching as she stroked him.
"Hold onto me," he growled, grabbing her hand and pulling it up to his shoulder.
"But—"
"I said hold on!" he hissed, then with a tortured groan he buried his face in her neck and with that resonant call, tilted his hips and took her.
Sasha cried out, the invasion a slide of sheer pleasure that sent fizzing, tingling curls of bliss spiraling out to her extremities. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to press to the top layer of her skin until she could feel every brush, every hair, every sliding invasion in detail.
She'd been wrong before. This was the most alive she'd ever felt.
But Zev wasn't done. Both hands gripped her bottom and lifted. With a tiny shriek, her eyes flew open and she clung to his shoulders.
