41. Vameer

Vameer

Our lips meet.

Our eyes close.

And my gravito flares out around us.

It shakes the room.

The house.

The street.

I push at it. Forcing it to burst out in all directions.

Shaking the town.

No one will trace me to this house tonight.

Tonight… is for my mate.

Rune’s fingers tighten on my robe, trying to pull me closer.

I hold her still with my grip on her neck as I bury my other hand in her hair.

She sways, and her nails scrape against my chest.

Gods, she is perfect.

I inhale the orchard floating between us. Then… she parts her lips.

And I angle my mouth over hers.

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