The sync thread hadn't fully died. A thin, live wire still connected us. Through it, fragments of his perception leaked into me in pulsing waves.
His view of me.
My small, naked body in the dim light. The rapid rise and fall of my breasts.
The flush painting my chest and throat. The way my n*****s had tightened into hard peaks under his gaze. The subtle shift of my thighs pressing together.
Through his senses I wasn't E-class. I wasn't a liability. I was prey, soft, flushed, dripping with reluctant arousal, and the sight was destroying what remained of his control.
My pulse skyrocketed. He could hear it. I could feel him hearing it. His scent sharpened. Dark. Masculine. Wild.
The air between us thickened until it felt like moving through water. Dark. Bare skin. Heat rolling off him i
