~ ZEV ~
Touching Sasha in his mind, finding her there, ready and aching for him. It was the strangest experience—his mind and body torn in two. He fell into the vision that they built together, exchanging sensations, exchanging images. Adding to each other's experience, receiving each other's offerings.
And yet, as if his world were split in two, he also heard himself groan, and heard it echo in the cave. Was aware of his empty arms, aching to be filled. Was driven by a body still alone, but yearning, burning for her.
Sasha… he groaned, his hips rolling.
Her head fell back and bared her throat to him again, rocking against him, the promise of her too sweet to bear.
Then in his mind, she put her hand between them, to find him, grip him, and stroke, he gasped her name and hurriedly opened his furs to take himself in hand.
