I reached down with my other hand, positioning myself at her entrance.
The bond pulsed with anticipation, with a need so deep it felt like it was tearing me apart from the inside out.
I thrust into my hand, my hips bucking off the wall, imagining I was thrusting into her, burying myself deep inside her heat, claiming her, marking her, making her mine in every way possible.
I came with a guttural shout, my body shuddering as the pleasure washed over me, leaving me panting and weak in the shower.
The bond hummed in response, a satisfied, contented sound that made my knees buckle.
I stayed under the water for a long time after that, letting it wash over me, trying to calm my racing heart and the lingering heat in my veins.
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I was at my desk by 3AM with the border reports actually
