With a chuckle he obeyed her wordless command, dragging her into a sea of sublime pleasure from his silken touch.

It was unbearable … delicious … surging … incredible …

It was rapture.

Wave upon wave consumed her, building, building, building, each cresting higher than the last. With fingers and tongue, he strummed her, playing her as expertly as he’d played that guitar at the bonfire.

Lights sparked across the inside of her eyelids, and at last, the highest wave rose. It lifted her, carrying her away and crashing her upon some unknown shore in a thousand incandescent droplets.

He held her through the cries and the ebbing waves until she gasped for breath and fell limp against the rock.

Lords, Ladies, gods, whoever was listening—she had needed that. So badly. And bloody hells had he delivered.

Half-sitting, she pushed the hair from her face and blinked into the cave’s gloom.

Except that while the last of the sun had almost disappeared, motes of blue light dotted the walls, fresh ones glowing into existence even as she stared.

She’d peaked plenty of times but never had a partner made her see actual lights before.

With a smile that wouldn’t have been out of place on a sabrecat, Knigh rose, his body gleaming, all shadows edged with light. “Glow-worms,” he murmured and bent over her, pulling her into a long, slow kiss that tasted of salt and herself.

She cupped his face, scraping her teeth against the fullness of his lower lip.

He pulled away, expression suddenly serious. “Are you sure you—”

“Wild Hunt, Knigh, if you make me wait any longer I might explode.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he made no move to act.

“Let me illustrate,” she said and flicked open the first button of his breeches, “just how sure I am.”

His breath hitched as her hands brushed against the hardness straining at the fabric. She couldn’t help but smirk at holding that influence upon him when he’d just exercised such devastating power over her.

Enough anticipation, now was the time for speed. She’d done this enough times that the buttons were all undone within a matter of seconds. Then with a manoeuvre over that sizeable bulge at the front, she slid the breeches down his thighs.

He certainly wasn’t at half-mast.

Huffing out a quick breath, he nodded. “Message received and understood.” He kicked off his boots and let the breeches fall the rest of the way to the floor.

Heels hooked around the backs of his legs, she pulled him closer, biting back a moan when his hardness glided over her. Pleasure throbbed in her belly and tightened her thighs.

This was it—the point of no return. She wanted it—she’d been sure the moment she’d invited him to kiss her.