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After all this time, he was content to gaze upon her in the dim lighting.She lay on her side, her hands clasped and tucked under her cheek.Over her hip draped a blanket, and from under it, peeked a bare leg.A tight, sleeveless tunic clung to the top half of her and emphasized the curves of her body.He peeled off the wrap and let it slither to the floor.When he lifted the corner of the blanket, he almost moaned at the tiny white strip covering her sex.She didn’t stir when he climbed in beside her, not even when he curled an arm around her.Only as he tugged her against his body did she whimper.

“Cy,” she mumbled, rubbing her nose across his forearm.

The vise around his chest eased, and for the first time in three days, he could breathe without pain lashing him.Her scent filled his senses; the warmth of her skin against his coated his soul with peace.He’d found her.

Did you miss me, ensa?

She hummed and pressed a kiss to his arm across her chest.

A craving so fierce almost made him flip her onto her back to claim her mouth.But he’d dreamt of this reunion, needed to go slow to cherish every second.The Ethera made demands he wholeheartedly agreed with.

“Wren,” he rasped, yanking her closer until she layered his front.He cupped a breast, massaging it as he kissed her neck.

“What took you so long?”she asked, twisting to meet his gaze.

He wasn’t about to share how much he’d suffered—what he’d done to find her.“We said a week.”

She growled.That sound from her slammed need into him and hardened his malehood to its full length.It throbbed in anticipation.He ran his hand over the softness of her belly to the silken curls between her thighs.

Her moan made his fingers tremble as he stroked her.With a tug, he tore the one side of her undergarment for better access.She didn’t complain but instead spread her thighs for him.It wasn’t enough, the slickness of her need, her body filling his arms… He doubted it would ever appease this longing to consume her, to have her be a part of him.

“Cy,” she cried out, trembling when her fulfillment struck.The muskiness of her arousal made his nostrils flare.

He shifted her onto her back, tore the other side of her undergarment, and hoisted her leg up to his hip as he settled between her thighs.She wiggled and peeled off her tunic, granting a full view of her breasts.

Maker.All thoughts fled as he slid into her; the glide of her wet heat over his malehood was heaven, bliss, a divine blessing.She lifted her other leg and hooked it around his hip, sinking him deeper.

Arching his back, he groaned, savoring the sparks of fire and joy she inspired.

“Three days was too long,” she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him down.“Now fuck me, Cy.”She stole a kiss then met his gaze.“Show me you missed me.”

He growled, not needing encouragement.With each withdrawal and plunge, he chased ecstasy, hers and his.When a flood of liquid warmth drenched him, his core spasmed, and a spark raced to the head of his malehood.He roared, unable to halt the cascading pleasure and not wanting to.

Still buried in her as the tremors continued, he gazed into her gray eyes and smiled.

I…love you, thamani.

She gasped, her eyes widened, then softened, and a tear slipped free.“What did you say?”

I do not care that you are not my Dar Eth.He slanted his mouth over hers, desperate to taste her, to duel with her, to have her claim him.I cannot let you leave me.Not again.

“I love you, too.”She stroked his jaw, her beautiful eyes glistening with unshed tears.“I have for a while.”

He grinned.Good.Ready for more?

Before she could answer, he inched his way out of her, only to inch his way back, slow, steady, igniting every nerve, each sense, while he savored her breathless moans, her tiny gasps, the stillness when she was on the cusp of a fulfillment.

What followed was something he planned to repeat, more so than the mere act of mating.For in these unhurried moments, he met her, who she was, and fell in love again.

Everynight,Cylosnuckinto Wren’s quarters.He’d asked her to hide his presence in case Ariez separated them again, but he was a fool because his scent lingered.Ariez would have known the moment he entered Wren’s quarters after their reunion.Still, something as unexpected as fear governed Cylo’s actions.The rock walls weakened signals until she was unreachable.Which meant she could sleep at night without disturbances other than Cylo’s nightly visits.

He couldn’t communicate with her, leaving him with no way to know she was safe.So the moment the quiet settled, he headed there.

She’d taken to sleeping naked—a fact he appreciated.Already, his malehood hardened in anticipation.And even though he’d had her twice a night, it was holding her that he looked forward to the most.He basked in her lyrical voice as she told him about her day, the findings, the setbacks.Only one marker had yet to stabilize.They were in limbo as Eth and Dar Eth.

Like before, his void had shrunk.Although, he had yet to be reassessed.As long as he stayed with her, nothing mattered.He leaned against the bulkhead, gazing upon her while she dozed.He’d drawn many fulfillments from her in the last hour, and for that reason alone, he allowed her to sleep.Soon, he’d join her.

Into the silence came the muted hiss of her door opening.He froze, then peeked through her bedroom door.A glance told him everything.