~ ZEV ~
He couldn't let go. The taste of Sasha on his tongue sent his blood up in flames—and the fire roared straight to that spot, that piece in his heart where the bond had taken, flipping and whirling, spinning like a top and expanding, reaching for the piece of Sasha that had been replaced by him.
It was as if their souls turned—recognized, greeted, and welcomed each other. As if their hearts danced, holding each other, turning together, twisting and whirling within them, faster and faster. But together. Always together.
Howls and calls broke from his throat with such abandon, he couldn't make words. But his mouth was full of her anyway. And Sasha, incoherent with pleasure, sobbed, crying out, keening, their voices curling around each other in the air around them, just as their hearts were within them.
Faster. Faster.
Unable to remove his mouth from her, Zev spoke into her head.
