Page 74 of Claimed By the Wraiths

I stayed there.

Her next movement was rougher.

So was the one after it.

She made a sound I had never heard from her in seven years on the Raptor.

I wanted it again.

I got it.

Her body tightened around me.

“Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping.”

The words came out wrecked.

She laughed once, breathless, and then the laugh disappeared when I changed the pressure under my hand.

Her forehead pressed to mine.

“Serak.”

I watched her lose the last of her control.

The light across my skin flared with her, bright enough to turn the cramped cabin silver-white for a heartbeat.

She came hard, body locking around me, my name breaking out of her.

The sensation hit me from inside and outside at once.

I held on for another breath.

Maybe two.

Then I followed her.

My hands tightened at her hips. Her mouth was on mine. The bond—complete now, no unfinished edge left in it—pulled the last distance between us closed.

When it passed, she folded against me carefully, remembering the bandage even when neither of us could remember anything else.

I wrapped my arms around her.

The bunk was too narrow. The cabin was too small. My ribs hurt.

None of those things mattered.

Her cheek rested against my shoulder.

“The promise,” she said after a while.

“Kept.”

“Good.”

I turned my face into her hair.