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sweat beading on our skin as I watch him unravel with rapt fascination. I

love his loss of control just as much as I fear my own, and when I swirl my
hips, he groans, arching his neck as he thrusts once. Twice.

On the third, he shouts, then shudders within me, and his power lashes

out in streaks of shadows, the force splitting the wooden target on the other
side of the window.

Pieces fly and Xaden throws out another wave of darkness that lasts just

long enough to shield us from the debris. Then the shadows retreat and
daggers clatter to the ground behind me.

He looks as shocked, and as enthralled, as I feel as we lay there, staring at

each other, our chests heaving in the aftermath of what can only be
described as complete and utter madness.

“I’ve never lost control like that,” he says, bracing his weight on one arm
and brushing my hair back from my face with the other. The move is so

gentle, so at odds with what we’ve just experienced, that I can’t help but

blink, then smile.
“Me neither.” The smile morphs into a full-out grin. “Not that I’ve ever

had power to lose control of before.”
He laughs and rolls us to his side, keeping me close and cushioning my

head with his biceps.

I sniff at the smoke in the air. “Did I…”
“Set the curtains on fire?” He lifts a brow. “Yes.”

“Oh.” I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed, so I brush the backs of my

fingers across the stubble along his jaw. “And you put it out.”
“Yes. Right before I destroyed your throwing target.” He grimaces. “I’ll

get you a new one.”

I glance over at the armoire. “And we…”
“Yep.” He lifts his brows. “And I’m pretty sure you need a new chair,

too.”
“That was…” I didn’t even get the man’s pants entirely off, and my