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All around Osha, time seems to stop, her body stunned and heart pounding in her chest as Qimir’s vehement words reverberate in her mind.
I’m fucking in love with you.
In love with you.
In love.
Suddenly, the bond bristles between them, overflowing with emotions—pain, anger, and self-loathing bleeding out from Qimir’s side.
It doesn’t matter that Ryon had said it, that part of her had yearned for it, she’d still been entirely unprepared to hear the words from Qimir himself.
Evidently, he hadn’t been prepared to say them, because he grimaces and closes his eyes, lifting a hand to rub over his face. But he doesn’t move, doesn’t try to run again.
“Qimir,” she whispers, awed, amazed, overcome, and filled with a furious, burning hope.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice suddenly gentle, dropping the hand to reveal the regret now shining in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m not—” He swallows hard. “I don’t expect anything from you, Osha.”
And then he starts to leave.
Osha hurries to stop him again, this time grabbing his arm, the silk of his shirt smooth and slick over firm muscles.
He turns back to her, glancing at where her hand grasps his forearm and then up to her face, surprise and confusion giving way to something fierce and hopeful in his dark eyes. The bond mirrors those emotions, thrumming between them, urging Osha on.
“I didn’t do it,” she says, because he needs to know, her heart beating so hard she can hear it. “That’s why I came back so soon. I didn’t—I couldn’t go through with it.”
That light in his eyes grows. As it does, his body slowly unfurls. She hadn’t realized how much he’d hunched in on himself until suddenly he’s standing tall before her, so big and so broad, the sense of him all-consuming.
There in the bright corridor, their eyes locked together, Osha starts to tremble. Longing sweeps through her, filling her to bursting. It tears through her muscles and sinew and bones, down to the very core of her, her innermost being screaming with need.
She doesn’t just want him, she realizes, her blood already pounding in her veins. She needs him, like she needs oxygen, an imperative to her continued survival.
He loves her.
And for all that she’s not certain she truly understands what it means, she loves him too.
“I couldn’t do it,” she continues, taking a step closer, peering up at him through her lashes, both of them breathing heavily, “because he wasn’t you.”
Qimir’s lips part in something like disbelief, the light in his eyes shining so bright. “Osha,” he whispers, clearly just as awed and overcome as she feels.
Because clearly, he’s been just as much in denial.
Now, even with the bond reopened, he’s afraid to believe it.
Well then, she will just have to show him.
She closes the last bit of distance between them, throwing her arms around his neck and surging up on her toes, crushing their lips together.
An almost pained sound spills out of him. In an instant she’s off her feet, held aloft in his strong arms with his hands on her backside, his mouth moving frantically against hers. His lips are as soft as she’d imagined, but hot and hungry too, like he wants to consume her entirely.
The simmering longing explodes into an inferno of desire rushing throughout Osha’s body. She wraps herself around his big, solid form, parting her lips in invitation, wanting more, wanting everything.
Qimir groans, and readily shoves his tongue into her mouth. Osha moans in response, meeting his tongue with her own, electricity sparking within her as the two stroke and tangle ferociously.
Fuck, she’s really doing this. This is really happening. She’s kissing Qimir, and he’s kissing her, and it’s the most incredible thing she’s ever felt.
The taste of him explodes across her senses, lightning surging through her veins. He tastes like something cosmic, like a supernova, setting off explosions in her blood, making her skin feel lit-up, luminous.
And then he turns, pressing her against the bulkhead. The cool of the smooth metal panel seeps through her clothes, but she doesn’t care. Right now she needs him, as much of him as she can get, and his body is plenty warm.
That heat radiates through his thin silk garments as he kisses her. Not only that, but with the way he has her pressed to the wall, with her limbs wrapped around him and his trousers so thin, she can feel his cock start to thicken and swell between them.
Combined with his musky, intoxicating scent and the feeling of his strong body against hers, it makes Osha blaze with need. Her core clenches and aches, tingles sweeping across her skin.
Even though he must be able to sense her desire through the bond, Qimir draws back. His breath comes heavy, his eyes dark and hooded as he peers at her. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” Osha says immediately, breathless, eager. “I want you. I love you.”
“Fuck, Osha,” he groans, and then he’s kissing her again, kissing her like the universe will unravel if he stops. “I love you, I love you.”
And she feels it. Now that it’s reopened, now that he’s not holding back, the intensity of his emotions shine through the bond.
It’s so much. Too much, almost, her grasp on her own emotions still so tenuous even as she feels their truth like a second heartbeat in her chest.
And yet, it’s also not enough.
She wants more of him, all of him, her hands sliding from his shoulders to the buttons on the black silk shirt. That seems to inspire him, because he presses her harder against the wall, using just his lower body to keep her upright as he reaches for the lapels on her jacket without taking his mouth from hers.
She abandons his shirt to help him, struggling out of the thick, dark fabric, the movement making her wiggle against his hard cock and sending shocks through her system. The jacket falls unceremoniously to the floor, the wall paneling even colder with just her thin white shirt separating her from the metal, and still she doesn’t care.
Her hands return to his buttons, as his go to hers, both of them clawing and tearing at the other’s clothes. Soon she has the black silk completely open, shoving it from his shoulders, Qimir having to pause undressing her to shrug the fabric off.
As soon as his arms are exposed, her hands run along them, feeling the heat of his perfect golden skin, the hard muscles beneath. Before tonight she hadn’t realized how badly she wanted to touch him like this, but she revels in it now, the strength of him, the solidity, the way being in his arms feels so completely right.
Qimir makes a pleased sound, his hands returning to the buttons on her shirt as his mouth moves to her neck.
Osha gasps as he finds a sensitive place, kissing and sucking and nipping, her hands clinging to his biceps as overwhelming sensation rushes through her. It’s a heady feeling, making the ache pulse inside her, the need swelling until her body feels too small to contain it.
Stars above, she can hardly believe this is happening.
And yet, it is happening, undeniably, and it’s unlike anything she’s ever felt before. No casual lover has ever made her feel like she was drowning in bliss just from kissing, or their mouth on her skin.
But of course they hadn’t. They weren’t Qimir.
Everything about him is different. Exceptional. A perfect fit for her.
Even with their bodies pressed so close, he manages to get the last of her shirt buttons undone, peeling it off. It leaves her in just her breastband and trousers, but even that is too much, and she reaches for the stretchy fabric wrapped around her chest, pulling it over her head as Qimir’s hands return to her backside, helping to hold her up.
At the sight of her naked breasts, his eyes go infinitely dark, his cock stirring between them. It leaves Osha panting, her own skin so hot now that the cold of the ship’s walls doesn’t even register.
“You’re so beautiful,” Qimir murmurs, his voice so low and rough and gravelly, the weight of his gaze on her body like a physical caress, and yet also not enough.
Osha reaches for one of his hands. “Touch me,” she pants out, bringing the hand up to her breast, his fingers warm and a little calloused against her soft skin.
He doesn’t need any further encouragement, cupping her breast, rubbing his thumb over her rock-hard nipple. Osha moans and arches against him, something hungry flashing in his eyes. And then his mouth is on her neck again.
It leaves her squirming and aching, slick gathering at her entrance as he licks and sucks at her pulse point while palming her breast, rolling her nipple, the desire building to unbearable levels.
“More,” she demands, clutching at his back, the metal mesh fabric of his shirt warming under her palms. “Qimir, I want more.”
He groans against her neck, and then carefully puts her down. For a moment, disappointment flares, but then his mouth is on hers as his hands find the waistband of her trousers. Anticipation floods her veins as she kisses him back, savoring the feeling of his plush lips, the taste of his tongue, as he pushes her trousers and underwear down her hips at the same time.
And then he drops to his knees. Osha’s heart races as he pulls the garments down her legs, helping her out of her boots and then removing the last of her clothes so she’s completely naked before him there in the corridor of the ship. Her core pulses and aches as she leans back against the wall, slick trickling down her thighs, her breath coming heavy and hard.
Qimir looks up at her from his place on the floor as she gazes down at him, static electricity crackling on the air between them. Suddenly, Osha feels their mutual desire pulsing across the bond they share. She’d felt his emotions before, but this is different, more primal. Their need for each other mingles, combining, surging between them in an endless, infinite loop.
Staring at the hunger in his gaze, his kiss-swollen pink lips, Osha feels like she’s going to die if he doesn’t touch her.
“Please,” she begs, not sure what she’s asking for exactly, as long as he gives her something.
It snaps whatever had been holding Qimir in place, and he loops his arms under her legs, lifting her once more off the ground as Osha squeals in surprise. Somehow, he manages to hold her up against the wall while still on his knees, her thighs over his shoulders, hands cupping her ass, his face right in front of her dripping cunt.
“Look at you,” he breathes as he gazes at her, slick leaking onto the floor from the way he’s holding her spread open. “You’re so wet.”
“I want you so badly,” she moans, reaching to tangle her hands in his silky dark hair. “Please, Qimir.”
She doesn’t have to ask again.
Holding her firmly in place, he leans forward, his breath ghosting across her dripping, aching core. Osha keens, hips surging forward. Impatience floods her, to feel that gorgeous mouth on her, but his grip keeps her where he wants her, a millimeter away.
“You smell incredible,” he murmurs. “Even better than I imagined.”
Osha barely has time to process the fact that he’s imagined this before he closes the remaining distance and licks her.
She wails at the touch of his broad tongue swiping over her sensitive folds. It shoots liquid euphoria through her veins, her body arching and writhing against the wall. But Qimir holds her firm, pointing his tongue and circling her entrance, her core clenching in response and leaking more slick.
Her breath comes heavy and hard, her hands so tight in his hair as he licks along the inside of her labia. He laps up the slick gathered at her entrance like it’s some golden nectar, like he needs it to survive.
“You taste fucking unbelievable,” he groans, and then dives back in, sliding his tongue from her entrance up, before suddenly finding her clit.
Osha yelps at the bright hot bliss that floods her as he licks the little nub, circling it with the point of his tongue. He flicks it back and forth, shooting electricity through her body. She feels like a live wire, hot and sparking, about to ignite.
And then he wraps those pillowy lips around her clit and sucks hard.
Stars explode behind Osha’s eyes. Her climax unfurls within her at a rate she never could have fathomed, sobs spilling from her lips as she pulls at his hair, hard. But Qimir doesn’t complain, just moans and continues sucking on her clit, pulling pleasure from the marrow of her bones.
Osha jerks and shudders against his face, drowning in bliss.
It’s so good, better than anything she’s ever felt before. She’s had partners go down on her, but never with this kind of enthusiasm. And even as her orgasm stretches on, he shows no sign of stopping.
Instead he adjusts his grip, pushing her higher up the wall, gentling the suction of his mouth just long enough to let her come down, before starting in again.
A wail tears from her mouth as he licks and circles her clit relentlessly. The lingering strains of pleasure in her blood gather once more into something solid and inevitable. He’s good at this, so good at this, and a spark of jealousy flares deep within her at the fact he must have practiced with partners before her, but she pushes it aside.
He loves her, and she loves him, and right now he’s on his knees for her.
The pleasure mounts again under his skilled tongue, tension coiling through her body. Osha gasps and moans as he laps at her entrance, dragging his tongue through her folds, returning to her clit and worrying it with his lips. Shooting ecstasy surges through her limbs, the bright euphoria once more starting to grow.
This time she feels it approaching.
“Qimir,” she whines, writhing against his mouth, the inevitability so sweet as it builds. “Qimir, Qimir.”
The sound of his name spurs him on, a growl emanating from his throat as he homes in on her clit, sucking hard. She pulls at his hair, panting and arching against him, trying to escape and urging him on at the same time.
He holds her firm, so she has no choice but to feel what he’s doing to her, the pleasure immense. It claws its way through her body, slowly making each part of her go tight. Soon it holds her fully in its grasp, her body shaking with the intensity of the sensation, as Qimir sucks and sucks and sucks at her clit.
And then, all at once, the tension breaks. She cries out as pleasure rolls through her in waves, her body clenching and unclenching with the gorgeous, pulsing bliss. This time, Qimir gentles almost immediately, licking her through it without trying to push her into another.
When it ends, Osha sags back against the wall, her skin hot and damp with sweat. She pants for breath, overwhelmed, blissed out, and yet still so achingly empty.
Carefully, Qimir takes her legs off his shoulders one at a time. But he doesn’t set her down, managing to keep holding her up with just the strength of his arms as he rises to his feet.
As soon as he’s upright, Osha wraps herself around him, attacking his mouth with her own. His face is wet with her slick, but she doesn’t care. She needs to kiss him more than she needs to breathe.
He kisses her back, frantic and ferocious, their hunger for each other too vast, too immense, and feeding off of each other’s desire. Despite the fact she just came twice, she needs more. She needs everything.
Without breaking the kiss, she reaches between them, wiggling and shifting against the wall to make space. She finds the waistband of his trousers and reaches inside, following the path of the of hair that leads down from his naval.
Qimir sucks in a breath as she wraps her fingers around his cock, so hot and so hard. He’s big, filling her hand. But she knew that already from that first day on Bal’demnic, when she hadn’t been able to stop herself from looking. Even soft, he’d been large, but she’d told herself at the time that it hadn’t mattered. That she didn’t want him.
Now, excitement and anticipation pulse inside her, as she draws his cock out of the thin, elastic-waisted trousers, letting it settle against her wet, aching center.
The feeling of him there, pressed against the most intimate part of her, fills her with a feral hunger.
“Inside me,” she demands against his mouth between kisses. “I want you inside me. Now. Right now.”
He breaks the kiss with a groan, pressing his face to her neck as his cock twitches against her. “I didn’t—I didn’t expect—I don’t have protection—”
“It’s okay,” she says through heavy breaths. “I have—I have the implant.”
He sucks in a deep breath of his own, then pulls back to look at her. Hunger shines in his eyes, but he doesn’t move to do anything about it.
“You’re sure?” he asks. “We don’t—we don’t have to do this today. We can wait.”
“I’m sure,” Osha assures him, holding his gaze. “I love you, Qimir.”
His eyes close as he relishes those words.
When they open again, his eyes brim with overwhelming emotions that echo in the bond—determination, lust, and something golden and brilliant and pure.
Then he reaches between them, taking hold of his cock and positioning it at her entrance.
“I love you, Osha,” he breathes. “Tell me if you want to stop.”
And then he pushes forward.
A moan spills out of her as the head breaches her, her blood screaming with pleasure as her body stretches to accommodate him.
He groans, going slowly, even though she’s so wet and so ready and hardly a virgin, though it has been a while. But she loves it, loves the slow drag of his cock along her walls, both of them savoring the perfect sensation of coming together as he eases into her inch by inch, until she’s completely full.
Once he’s all the way inside, he rests his forehead against hers, his chest rising and falling hard as he holds himself still. Osha clings to him, equally breathless as her body adjusts to the intrusion.
She hadn’t let herself think about this before tonight. Hadn’t let herself want it. She’d been too scared, love such an unfamiliar creature, afraid of ruining the life they’d built together.
What they had before was good. Easy. She told herself it was enough.
But this? This is better than good. This is pure perfection.
This is the reason she exists.
Osha hadn’t even known it was possible to feel like this, like every fiber of her being is completely attuned to another person. No, not just another person. To him, Qimir. With him inside her, like a missing piece of herself, it’s as if all of their Threads have woven together to create something bigger, something greater, something unbroken.
And to think, she almost hadn’t gone after him. She might never have known.
“Tell me,” he pants out, “tell me when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now,” she assures him. “I want you.”
He tilts his head so he can kiss her, his breath harsh on her lips as he tightens his grip on her backside. And then, slowly, he pulls his hips back, then slides forward again.
Both of them gasp as he thrusts into her in a single, smooth stroke, the hair on Osha’s body standing on end at the pleasure dancing across her skin and along the inside of her skull.
And then he withdraws and does it again, rocking into her. Osha moans and tips her head back against the wall at the unfathomable sensation of him moving inside her as he sets a steady rhythm.
If she thought he was good with his mouth, it’s nothing compared to this. His cock is so perfect inside her, dragging along her walls. Each stroke sends waves of fire washing from her core out through her body, the pleasure agonizingly hot.
“Fuck, Osha,” he groans as he slides through her slick heat. “Fuck, you feel—unreal. Do you have any idea how many times I thought about this? How much I wanted this?”
She whines at the utter bliss as he moves inside her, the ecstasy swimming in her bloodstream and through her veins. It feels so good, so right, like this was meant to happen.
And while Osha very much believes that she chose her own path to bring them to this moment, she can’t help being grateful that something, somewhere—the Thread, the Force, whatever—had given her the opportunity.
“Qimir,” she moans, clinging to his back through the metal mesh shirt as he fucks into her, filling her with bliss. “More, give me more.”
“Fuck, Osha,” he groans again.
But he gives her more, quickening his pace, thrusting into her harder. It makes her gasp each time he shoves inside, her cunt fluttering and weeping with the growing euphoria, wet, lewd sounds accompanying every stroke.
He presses her harder to the bulkhead, his mouth on hers, their tongues tangling, every part of them as entwined as its possible to be.
The pleasure rises quickly in her bloodstream. Her limbs start to shake, the anticipation mounting within her. One by one, her muscles tense up, tightening as her body prepares for something massive, something immense, something lifechanging.
“Qimir, Qimir,” she moans.
And then he shifts the angle of his hips slightly and finds something inside her that makes her feel like she’s been plugged into a generator. She gasps, the euphoria exploding through her body as she topples head-first over the edge.
Her core clenches and unclenches hard as she drowns in the pleasure, Osha sobbing and clinging to Qimir as she comes. He groans as she tightens around him, stroking into her a few more times before finding his own release, the two of them gasping and pulsing together.
It feels so right, so perfect, and in that moment, something shifts inside Osha’s mind; a door unlocking, a passageway unblocked. She barely registers it amidst the haze of ecstasy, but it’s there, lightness where there used to be dark, an opening that used to be closed.
But the thought soon passes.
When their mutual orgasm ends, Osha wraps herself around Qimir, clinging to him, feeling the heavy rise and fall of his chest against hers. They really just did that. She really just had sex with her master. And he loves her.
They love each other.
She doesn’t know how to be in love with someone. And after all she’s been through, the idea scares her a little.
More than a little.
But she trusts Qimir in a way she’s never trusted anyone. Maybe… maybe he can teach her how to do this, too.
Whatever this is.
He nuzzles the side of her head, and Osha turns her face so that he can kiss her again, gentle and slow. She savors the press of his mouth, the taste of his lips, the way his breath whispers across her face.
Something massive and terrifying swells in her chest, her body trembling from the intensity of her feelings for him. They’re so immense, she doesn’t know how she managed to ignore them all this time. But if Qimir senses them, he doesn’t say anything. He just gentles the kiss, then ends it, before pressing his lips to her forehead.
Finally, he straightens, as if he might set her down. As if he might pull away. Osha instinctively tenses, keeping him close. This is all so new, and so overwhelming, and she’s not ready to be parted.
But he must understand, because he just tightens his hold on her. “I’m going to carry you to bed, okay?”
And then, in her mind: ‘I’m not ever going to let you go. Not unless you ask me to.’
Osha nods, but buries her face against his neck, clinging to him.
He hums to her quietly as he shifts his grip, one arm going under her like a seat, the other rubbing her back as he turns and walks through the doorway into the antechamber with four doorways leading to crew quarters.
It’s a little strange, being carried like this as he walks, his cock still inside her. But the bond pulses between them, and Osha focuses on that, on the contentment radiating from him, bathing herself in that warmth, that feeling of safety and belonging.
They don’t have far to go, highlighting how ridiculous it is that neither of them even thought about moving their lovemaking to a bed. But they’d just been so desperate for one another.
Now, he brings her into the captain’s quarters. As the biggest of the available rooms, it always made sense for him to take it, with its bigger bed. He needed the space more than she did. But it’s clear now that he intends for them to share it, as he carries her inside.
Carefully, he maneuvers them onto the bed, sitting on the edge with her in his lap. He releases her so that he can pull the metal mesh shirt off, and then slide the silk pants the rest of the way down, toeing off his own boots, before shuffling backwards and reclining against the pillows with Osha cradled on top of him.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” Qimir asks as they settle into place.
It is better. With him no longer having to hold her upright, he’s able to wrap his strong arms around her. And without his clothes, she can feel every inch of his big, warm body pressed against hers, their legs tangling together.
It’s another kind of bliss that Osha’s never known before, and it helps to ease some of the fear still swirling in her blood.
But she still has so many questions.
“Did you really not notice my reactions to you tonight?” He’d been so surprised when she told him she couldn’t go through with sleeping with Ryon.
“Of course I noticed,” he says evenly. “But I’ve wanted this for so long, I was afraid of reading too much into it. Or that it was just a fluke, and the feelings would pass for you. That it didn’t really mean what I wanted it to mean.”
He takes a deep breath. “And with you being so adamant about sleeping with Ryon…I realize now that it was just about the mission, that you were doing it for me, but in the moment all I could see was you wanting another man.” He swallows hard. “My jealousy clouded my judgement.”
Well, Osha supposes she can understand that. Her own judgement had been badly impaired tonight.
And ultimately, it doesn’t matter. They found their way through the haze.
But one thing he’d said stands out above the rest.
“How long have you wanted this?” she asks.
He doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Since the first time I saw you in the apothecary.”
Osha pushes up on her forearms, gaping at him. “Qimir.”
He just gives her one of those catlike grins that make him look so devastatingly handsome, his dimples flashing, reaching to tuck one of her locs behind her ear. “Does it really surprise you? I knew you were special the moment we met, sensed the potential between us. You felt it too.”
It’s true, she’d felt something that day. She’s always been drawn to him, even when she didn’t want to be, even when she thought she hated him. But there had been so many feelings that she’d been experiencing at the time, so many revelations, that she hadn’t managed to truly process any of them.
Repression had very much been her instinct, back then.
And even somewhat tonight, if she’s honest with herself. It seems she still has a long way to go, in that regard.
Still, it’s a long time for him to have kept those feelings to himself.
She rests her head back on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, steady and even beneath his skin. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“I love being your teacher, Osha,” he says, his arms wrapping around her once more. “But there are some things I had to let you take the lead on. No matter how badly I wanted them. It had to be your choice.”
She hums in understanding and appreciation. How long would he have waited? What if she’d never realized the truth of her feelings?
“I would have waited as long as it took,” he says, as if he heard her thoughts, but she knows that he can’t. He must just be thinking along the same lines. “Although I was definitely close to breaking tonight.”
“So what happens now?” she asks. “I don’t—I’ve never done this before.”
“Nothing else has to change, not unless you want it to. We can be lovers, be together, and I can still teach you,” he assures her.
Something within Osha eases at that. That she hasn’t completely closed the door on what they had just because she opened another. That she can have all of him.
“In fact,” Qimir continues, suddenly rolling her underneath him as Osha squeals in surprise, “there are so many more things I can teach you now because I'm your lover. Desire is a powerful emotion, after all.”
He wears that feline smirk again, and it would be so easy to give in to that train of thought, to pull his mouth down to hers and lose herself in his exquisite body again.
But one last question pulses in her chest. “And love?”
Above her, his eyes soften. “That’s a powerful emotion too. It makes us stronger. Gives us something to fight for. And I will always fight for, and with you, Osha. I love you.”
It still feels so unreal to hear those words, to sense his sincerity through the bond, to know that he means it.
And to know that her own heart pulses with those same feelings.
She takes a deep breath. “I love you too, Qimir.”
“I know,” he murmurs, then leans down to kiss her, long and sweet.
Osha’s chest aches at how perfect and beautiful all of this is as she wraps her arms around his broad back, feeling the raised skin of his scar beneath her hands. She hates that scar so much—not because it’s ugly, it’s actually incredibly beautiful, but because of what it means. How much he’d suffered at the hands of his own master.
‘It’s okay,’ he says in her mind. ‘None of that matters. Not since it brought us to each other.’
Osha pulls back, straining against the pillows to get some distance so she can look at his face. “Did you—did you hear me?” she asks, incredulous.
The corner of his mouth lifts, which is answer enough, and then he lowers his face to the side of her throat, kissing his way up to her chin.
“It seems,” he murmurs, trailing his mouth along her jaw to her ear. “That being honest about your feelings removed whatever was blocking you.” He grins against her neck. “Or maybe the sex was just that good.”
“Qimir,” Osha scolds, but she’s laughing, the lascivious grin on Qimir’s face melting into overwhelming affection as he gazes down at her.
And then, she concentrates. ‘You’re staring, Master.’
He pulls a face as she throws his own words from the casino back at him, because even though he is her master, she never calls him that. It was too formal for what their relationship was before, and too simple for what it is now.
Still, delight surges inside her at the reaction, at the fact he so clearly heard her. Whatever the reason, he’s right, she’s no longer blocked. They can speak in each other’s minds now.
And that’s just the beginning, the results of a few months’ training. With more time, there’s no telling what they can achieve, what power they can grasp.
Their future together is limitless.