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And I guess that was what set me off.

When my belly toppled over and the pleasure burst.

But it was so different than any orgasm I’d ever given myself.

This was fireworks.

Awe and color.

Euphoria.

It split me in two.

Carried me and grounded me.

A dopamine hit that made me feel like I was levitating from the bed.

Floating somewhere high.

An out-of-body experience.

Trevan growled and moaned as he fisted the covers on either side of my head. His face contorted in what could only be described as agonized bliss when he rocked against me hard and fast before he went rigid for a prolonged beat.

Jaw clutched and those espresso eyes wild.

Then a soft pant escaped from between his lips as he allowed his hips to buck lightly against me as his muscles twitched.

It sent another round of tiny shockwaves rolling through me.

Slowly, he eased back onto his knees, the man nothing but hunger and a caution flare. “Fuck, Lena. Are you okay?”

THIRTY-FIVE

TREVAN

The words croaked out of my mouth as I tried to process the position we were in.

Me towering over her on my hands and knees. Elena pinned to the bed beneath me. Skin flushed, haggard breaths panting from her lungs, her entire body still quaking with aftershocks.

The mesmerizing gold flecks in her hazel eyes glinted and glowed as she stared up at me, lips parted like they were begging to be kissed. Cheeks as red as the apple on her shirt.

What the fuck had I done?

“Are you okay?” I repeated, terror gripping my spirit in a fist.

She reached up with both hands and brushed gentle fingertips down my cheeks. “Am I okay? I’ve never felt better than this moment. Not once in my life.”

My head gave a rabid shake. “That was so fucked up. I⁠—”

Giving in was bad enough, then I’d turned around and dry humped her like a thirteen-year-old kid. Coming in my fucking pants.

Maybe the most horrifying part of it all was it had to be the best orgasm I’d ever had.

The heat of her.

The scent of her.

The feel of her without really feeling her at all.