Caleb collapsed against her, his face buried in her neck, his body still trembling with the force of what they'd done. She held him there, her hands stroking his back, her heart pounding against his.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. There were no words for this. No language big enough.
Finally, Caleb lifted his head. His eyes were human again, soft and warm and filled with something that made her chest ache.
"Mine," he whispered.
And through the bond, through the heat still simmering between them, through every cell of her body that now knew him completely, Iva felt the truth of it.
"Yes," she whispered back. "Yours."
His smile was slow and devastating. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips and to her surprise she felt him growing hard again.
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The storm between them
