My desire ignited anew, stoked by his, and I shifted under him, chasing the friction that would push us both over the edge. He groaned into my neck, then his lips covered mine in a fierce, frantic kiss. “Open your eyes,” he whispered.

My eyes flew open, and I realized that we’d left all the lights on. I could see the silver, teal, and copper spreading across his eyes. I could see the sweat beading on his skin. And when he levered himself up on his forearms and drew back, I could see where we were connected.

I clenched around him and he froze and cursed in Valovan, but I was done with his control. “Can you feel how much I want you right now?” I asked, staring into his eyes. “Can you feel how my body clings to yours?” I tweaked my nipple and hissed as sensation arced through my nerves.

Torran’s eyes went solid silver, and I was rewarded for my boldness with a deep thrust that sent pleasure ricocheting through my veins. “Yes,” I growled. “Just like that.”

“Say you are mine, cho akinti,” he groaned, driving me toward another explosive release. With him in my head, the endearment translated. My love.

“I’m yours, cho akinti,” I gasped, tripping over the words but not the meaning. Torran’s eyes widened and his rhythm faltered as his control snapped.

Then he surged into me, and his power crashed over me, igniting all of my nerve endings with unending pleasure. Desire, his and mine, blended together and blazed higher and higher. My eyes tried to drift closed, but I fought the urge. Torran drove into me again and again, each time better than the last. When I tipped over the edge into oblivion, I took him with me, staring into his gorgeous eyes.

My love.

Several hours later, exhausted and content, I lounged on Torran’s chest and listened to his heart beat steady and strong. He ran a hand down my back, then pulled a sheet over my cooling skin.

“What are you thinking?” he murmured.

“I’m just basking in how happy I am right now,” I told him honestly. “And wishing you’d dropped the life debt earlier, because this was so much better than our time in the shower.”

He chuckled. “You were an incredible temptation,” he admitted. “Keeping my hands to myself nearly killed me.”

“But now you don’t have to.”

He smoothed a hand down my back again, proving my point. “Have you talked to your team about hunting for Morten and the telekinetic yet?”

I sighed, but even the uncertainty of the future couldn’t pierce my little bubble of happiness. “Not yet. I thought we might do it together.”

“Of course,” he murmured, then he paused. “Would you be upset if some of my team decided to stay on Starlight, too? If your team agrees to help, I mean.”