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Caden lowers me to the bed like I’m something precious, something sacred—but before he can pull away, I lock my legs around his waist, anchoring him to me. A silent promise. A demand. Our bond hums alive before we even touch—twin pulses under skin and soul—and when my mouth finds his, everything else falls away.
He growls low in his throat, primal and sharp, then crashes down into the kiss, hands braced beside my head. The bed groans beneath the weight of his body, the heat of him pressing into every part of me. But even here, even now, he gives me control.
With a twist of my hips, I pull him beneath me. He goes willingly, always does, always lets me lead when it’s just us. My thighs straddle his hips. Our chests rise in unison. The air thickens—charged with magic, with want, with t
