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level from replacing an armoire.

“Right now?” He strokes my hair back from my face again. “That was
two, if we’re still counting, and I say we clean up, get the sand out of the

bed, and get you to three, maybe four if you’re still awake.”

My jaw drops. “After I just shattered your window?”
He smiles and shrugs. “I’ve got us covered just in case you decide to take

out the dresser next.”

I gaze down at his body, and the craving for him ignites again. How could
it not when he looks like the gods blessed him and feels like the gods

blessed me? “Yeah, let’s go for three.”

We’re going for five, my hips in Xaden’s hands while I slowly ride him,
when I trail my fingers down the black swirls of the relic on his neck. I’m

not sure how either of us is still moving, and yet we can’t seem to stop
tonight, can’t get enough. “It really is beautiful,” I tell him, rising up only to

sink back down again, taking him deep within me.

His dark eyes flare as his hands flex. “I used to think of it as a curse, but
now I realize it’s a gift.” He arches his hips, hitting me at a sublime angle.

“A gift?” Gods, he’s robbing me of every thought.
Someone pounds on the door.

“Go the fuck away!” Xaden snarls, reaching up my back and hooking

onto my shoulder to pull me down into his next thrust.
I fall forward, muffling my moan in his neck.

“I really wish I could.” There’s enough regret in the voice that I believe

it.
“Someone better be dead if I get out of this bed, Garrick,” Xaden retorts.

“I think there’re a lot of people dead, which is why they’re calling the full

quadrant to formation, jackass!” Garrick growls.
Both Xaden and I startle, our gazes colliding in shock. I slide off him, and

Xaden covers me with his blanket before shoving his legs into his leathers
and striding for the door.