glancing up to find
Chayle's startled eyes staring at him. "Mine!" he rumbled low
again.
Kayne began a rapid onslaught of thrusts
that completely left both of them mindless. He focused on her face,
their eyes held by an invisible force that not only connected them
by body but also by souls. Every movement, every muscle, every
heartbeat each felt as if they were breathing together, each
knowing exactly when he reached that peak and she rose to meet him.
He refused to let her reach it alone and each time he pushed into
her mind, showing her how much he needed her, how deeply they were
connected. He shared the pleasure flowing between them, the ebb and
flow of it, the uniqueness and rightness of it.
The feedback loop was pleasure and pain
tenfold, tearing Chayle apart and rebuilding her on an emotional
and cellular level that was beyond anything she could have ever
expected. When she finally crested the last time, it was to the
feeling of Kayne being with her, inside her mind, a part of her
soul. It was so overwhelming she completely lost it. A high pitch
scream echoed across the ceiling as her entire body clamped down on
Kayne's shaft, pulling every drop of semen from his body that he
could possibly produce.
The connection was Kayne's undoing. He felt
her struggling to hold it back, whispered for her to let go, and
finally felt Chayle accept what it was he was showing her. The two
of them soared, the melding of souls so intense that a blinding
light took him down and out for several heartbeats, melting with
her. When he finally opened his eyes, it was to see Chayle
unconscious and cradled in his arms, the covers over both of their
naked bodies and the room nearly dark.
"Rafe . . ." he reached out, hoping
it was his brother and not one of the servants or other men who had
come into the room while he could not protect his mate.
"Be at ease, brother mine. I was down the
hall and sensed your bonding." His brother's silent chuckle
rankled Kayne's nerves and he was not exactly sure why. 'You are
possessive of your mate, fool. That's why."
"I've never felt this way before. We've
shared women before this so why is this different?," he
scowled, trying not to feel bad that his twin was on the outside of
this coupling.
"It is normal, brother. She is worth the
effort, so not to worry. We knew the time would come when we would
each go our separate ways with our mates." Rafe's calm words
made sense but it still hurt to know his twin would now be
alone.
"Yes . . . she is worth the effort!" Kayne gently brushed back the damp hair from Chayle's brow, and
marveled at how strong and determined this woman in his arms could
be, how much she had done to survive.
"Rest with your woman, brother. We can
talk tomorrow." His twin's gentle push at his mind to rest
usually perturbed him, but this time he could not really get angry.
Yes, he would need his rest if he planned to keep up with this
woman of his. He had to protect her from those still out there.
Cradling her close, he spooned his large
body protectively around Chayle's and felt her automatically
snuggle close, her firm butt nestled against his groin. With a
groan he expected not to sleep with all that warm female snuggled
so close. However, the warmth and contentment washed over him, and
Kayne drifted into a dreamless sleep with his mate tucked close
against his chest. It was the first time in a long time that he
slept without the nightmares.
Chapter
Nine
The warm sun felt good as Chayle closed her
eyes, letting it bathe her skin, the midmorning breeze soft and
gentle on the patio outside their bedroom suite. A quiet,
soft-spoken young woman had brought her steaming hot coffee just
the way she loved it with a selection of fruit, fluffy eggs, and
crispy bacon strips shortly after she had emerged from her shower,
as if it were the most normal thing in the world for someone to
attend her everyday needs. Then, just as quietly, the young woman
had excused herself and disappeared,
Chayle's startled eyes staring at him. "Mine!" he rumbled low
again.
Kayne began a rapid onslaught of thrusts
that completely left both of them mindless. He focused on her face,
their eyes held by an invisible force that not only connected them
by body but also by souls. Every movement, every muscle, every
heartbeat each felt as if they were breathing together, each
knowing exactly when he reached that peak and she rose to meet him.
He refused to let her reach it alone and each time he pushed into
her mind, showing her how much he needed her, how deeply they were
connected. He shared the pleasure flowing between them, the ebb and
flow of it, the uniqueness and rightness of it.
The feedback loop was pleasure and pain
tenfold, tearing Chayle apart and rebuilding her on an emotional
and cellular level that was beyond anything she could have ever
expected. When she finally crested the last time, it was to the
feeling of Kayne being with her, inside her mind, a part of her
soul. It was so overwhelming she completely lost it. A high pitch
scream echoed across the ceiling as her entire body clamped down on
Kayne's shaft, pulling every drop of semen from his body that he
could possibly produce.
The connection was Kayne's undoing. He felt
her struggling to hold it back, whispered for her to let go, and
finally felt Chayle accept what it was he was showing her. The two
of them soared, the melding of souls so intense that a blinding
light took him down and out for several heartbeats, melting with
her. When he finally opened his eyes, it was to see Chayle
unconscious and cradled in his arms, the covers over both of their
naked bodies and the room nearly dark.
"Rafe . . ." he reached out, hoping
it was his brother and not one of the servants or other men who had
come into the room while he could not protect his mate.
"Be at ease, brother mine. I was down the
hall and sensed your bonding." His brother's silent chuckle
rankled Kayne's nerves and he was not exactly sure why. 'You are
possessive of your mate, fool. That's why."
"I've never felt this way before. We've
shared women before this so why is this different?," he
scowled, trying not to feel bad that his twin was on the outside of
this coupling.
"It is normal, brother. She is worth the
effort, so not to worry. We knew the time would come when we would
each go our separate ways with our mates." Rafe's calm words
made sense but it still hurt to know his twin would now be
alone.
"Yes . . . she is worth the effort!" Kayne gently brushed back the damp hair from Chayle's brow, and
marveled at how strong and determined this woman in his arms could
be, how much she had done to survive.
"Rest with your woman, brother. We can
talk tomorrow." His twin's gentle push at his mind to rest
usually perturbed him, but this time he could not really get angry.
Yes, he would need his rest if he planned to keep up with this
woman of his. He had to protect her from those still out there.
Cradling her close, he spooned his large
body protectively around Chayle's and felt her automatically
snuggle close, her firm butt nestled against his groin. With a
groan he expected not to sleep with all that warm female snuggled
so close. However, the warmth and contentment washed over him, and
Kayne drifted into a dreamless sleep with his mate tucked close
against his chest. It was the first time in a long time that he
slept without the nightmares.
Chapter
Nine
The warm sun felt good as Chayle closed her
eyes, letting it bathe her skin, the midmorning breeze soft and
gentle on the patio outside their bedroom suite. A quiet,
soft-spoken young woman had brought her steaming hot coffee just
the way she loved it with a selection of fruit, fluffy eggs, and
crispy bacon strips shortly after she had emerged from her shower,
as if it were the most normal thing in the world for someone to
attend her everyday needs. Then, just as quietly, the young woman
had excused herself and disappeared,
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