Was this a Vrekener thing? With each of his ragged breaths, his chest heaved against her breasts, against her achy n*****s. She ought to sense his heart thundering. Her palms have been pinned by means of her sides; she have to be panicked. He used to be a Vrekener—but she’d by no means felt this safe. Their bodies had been so close, she couldn’t tell the place he ended and she began. And at that moment, she didn’t want to be somewhere else in any world. Would he enfold her like this for s*x? Pervy Lanthe is on board. She’d planned to wrap him round her little finger; instead, he’d wrapped his wings around her! He’d made her almost senseless with desire. Hot, slick, swollen desire. With every diploma he constricted these wings, his groans deepened. He used to be going to come like this. She
