Azlynn’s P.O.V.

By the time we laid tangled in the sheets, I felt it in my bones. The strength of our mate-bond registered its presence with every sensation I hadn’t experienced before. It must be the magic of heat that despite being exhausted, I was down to the fourth round when Xavion buried his face in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily.

“That was mind-blowing, Azlynn.”

His hold on my shoulders tightened as his body shook, giving me an idea that he needed a moment to catch his breath. But the sharp pain born in my lower region as he shifted, adjusting my legs around him.

“It might hurt,...