Zayden’s POV. The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of Raiden and Traci. I watched him pull away, his mark already starting to heal on her neck. It was my turn. I didn't hesitate, moving over her, my body blanketing hers. She was still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice a low rumble. I had to ask. I had to give her one last out. She didn't say anything, just nodded her head. Then, her hands came up, wrapping around my neck, pulling me down. "Please, Zayden," she whispered, her voice raw with need. "Please, I want you." That was all the encouragement I needed. I leaned down and crashed my lips against hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss, not like the one I'd shared with her before. This was a kiss of possession, of hunger. I explored every inch of her mouth, my tongue tangling with hers, claiming her, tasting her. We only pulled apart when our lungs burned for air, our f
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