Neither mate appreciated the déjà vu arriving through their matebonds. She could feel that clear as day. Both sped up their thrusts like they were reclaiming territory she had mentally wandered back to.
Kael kept one arm locked under her and shoved his other hand between their bodies and started rubbing her clit.
Thought left. Just packed up and walked out of her skull like a tenant who'd had enough. What replaced it was heat and pressure and the absolute inability to do anything except feel.
"Kael..." his name came out like a cry.
The pressure snapped.
She came with a moan, the release tearing out of her around Kael in a hot, uncontrolled rush that ran down him while he fucked her through it. She couldn't hold it. Each upward thrust wrung another pulse out of her until she was shaking in his arms.
