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“Yours,” I whispered.

Griff built up a steady rhythm of strokes that stoked the flames of my arousal. I bucked against him and shivered at the surge of pleasure. Throughout this, he continued staring deeply into my eyes until my vision filled with his wide pupils.

Our souls connected. Even though I couldn’t see or hear his thoughts, his emotions poured through the bond. Pride, disbelief, awe, and underneath that, a bone-deep contentment that matched mine. A heartbeat later, our pleasure switched across our bonds, and I felt what it was like to be driving into an impossibly tight channel.

My breaths turned shallow, and I dug my blunt nails into the muscles of his shoulders. Molten ecstasy overtook my senses, making my eyelids flutter closed.

“Keep eye contact,” he said.

“Right.” I forced my eyes open again.

“I love you so much,” Griff snarled.

“I love you, too.” The words tumbled from my lips, but they were the truth. No man had ever reached beneath my exterior and touched my heart. No