Page 109 of Awakened Ash and Alchemy

He wasn’t just masculine.

He was pure power.

She pulled him toward her, his hard length lining up exactly right.

But then the sensations collided to a point of overwhelm. His hands held her calves, then he grabbed her hips and pulled her down, eliciting a gasp as he pushed inside slowly, with his jaw clenched from the effort of holding back.

Oh, how he was thick. Hot. Filling her completely.

He groaned, his head falling to her shoulder, and she felt his emotions crash over her like a wave of relief and pleasure, but…

Of home.

Her hips bucked from the sensitive fullness, pulling him deeper, and he gasped.

“Angela—”

“Move.”

And he did.

Not how she’d expected either.

He tossed her leg over his shoulder and took control.

First, he was slow and deliciously deliberate, as if savoring every stroke between them. He gripped her hipbones, and they soon fell into a rhythm of strong, thick pumps where neither of them were able to speak, struggling to see anything else in the world but each other.

He moaned, a sound so mouthwateringly wicked it had her clawing his skin, desperate for him to go deeper. His breathing became labored as perspiration beaded on his brow. His eyes rolled back, and he let out a guttural moan so profound she felt it roll from his chest through to hers. From there, every roll and flex of his hips was heavy with barely contained control.

The emptiness when he drew back.

The suffocating fullness when he entered her again.

The tip of him teasing her trigger from the inside, pressed so deep, it was cleverly undoing her every single time.

His lips crashed on hers, tongues tangled, and the groan poured through their mouths. Only stopping as he tucked her in closer, and again buried himself, diving deeper, harder, faster.

She could feel everything, his pleasure with hers, and the way his muscles rippled as he hovered above her. The fire building between them, the scorching heat that had nothing to do with his magick, or the Claiming, but everything to do with this.

Them.

She gasped, nails digging into his back as the vibrations wracked her body and everything clenched—her legs, her teeth, her hands in his hair, dragging him to meet her.

He growled.

And then—

The wave crested.

It roared through her, and she panted, trying to get precious air into her lungs from the unexpected flooding of pleasure. His chest rose and fell, his eyebrows shot up as if surprised, just as her body clenched around him.

Pulse after pulse, she quaked.

Every bone trembled as every nerve ending buzzed, leaving her clinging to him, her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms locked over his shoulders.

And Zarek followed.

He drove into her one last time. His release was raw as he growled with a primal satisfaction.