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Tristan was true to his word.
He rained kisses on her face and neck as her body adjusted to accommodate him. Then he started
moving. She held her breath, waiting for the pain to return, but it didn t. The feel of him inside her was
tight, but beyond that, the discomfort was minimal. Her body was humming with pleasure with each
stroke. Soon he was plunging inside her faster and faster. She lifted her hips to meet him halfway.
 The rest was pleasure, nothing but pure, slick, red hot pleasure. The feel of him filling her up again and
again was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was all she imagined, and so much more. Each
thrust touched her in a way that lit a fire inside her. The fire grew in intensity as his movements became
faster and deeper.
She felt the build up again. The anticipation of something as her body tightened and swelled. When
Tristan began drinking from her lips and caressing her breasts at the same time his hot, hard cock filled
her so completely, she almost flew into a million pieces. Once, twice, three times he stroked his tongue
inside her mouth to match their more intimate joining. The combination of the two was intoxicating and
overwhelming. Seeing fireworks, she tumbled helplessly into oblivion, gasping his name again and again
as her hips bucked from the power of her orgasm.
Tristan s roar shook her as the last waves of her release overtook her. Looking up into his eyes, their
gazes met, and held. The intensity of the moment wasn t lost on Sa Rah. The connection they shared
flared to life. She could feel everything he was, as she was sure he could feel her. Love, desire, caring
came floating into her, and she knew she projected the same back to her truth mate.
Her truth mate. Her Rov Shom. Yes, Tristan was that. She knew that now. And it was okay. It was
right. It was as it should be. She was ready for him, and his love. And she wanted to give everything in
return. All of her love. It was his.
His eyes widened as she projected her feelings to him. He understood now. He knew how she felt.
Sa Rah would never forget the smile that spread across Tristan s face in that moment. It was like a boy
who had just gotten the best birthday present ever. Like a kid who was just given his most precious wish.
His face glowed with the kind of youthful exuberance she would hold in her mind forever. It was so
beautiful, it took her breath away.
This was her Rov Shom.
Sa Rah couldn t help but return his grin with her own giddy one. She understood now. She finally
understood. This man didn t want to take anything from her. He just wanted to give. He wanted to give
her his love, not instead of her life, but as an addition to her life.
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Tristan was overwhelmed by her beautiful smile.
The intensity of their connection was something he had never felt before. And the strangest part of all
was how it had affected his beast. Though it remained just below the surface, it had retreated. Instead of
taking him over, it had faded away. It was as if Sa Rah and his joining had somehow subdued his beast,
calmed it, and soothed its turmoil. During their lovemaking, her true self, the ishwala, had entered his
mind, and at first he thought his beast would take over. He thought it would try to overwhelm and
overpower her. The opposite happened. There was no battle of wills, no fierce confrontation. Instead, in
his thoughts the two of them met, shared a touching moment of understanding, and then retreated to their
own place and time together. It was as if Sa Rah s ishwala had tamed his beast.
After that, everything changed. He realized he was free to love Sa Rah in the way he had dreamed about
for so long. As himself, just Tristan, without worrying about losing control, without worrying about the
beast taking over, and without worrying about hurting her.
That knowledge hurled him over the edge. The intensity of his orgasm shook him. It was everything, yet
so much more than he had hoped it would be. He roared his release then panted her name over and over
again as his hips bucked forward.
They were complete truth mates now.
Sa Rah was his.
At last.
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At last.
Zerik could complete his mission.
As he watched Rachel turn away from him and go into the bathroom, he realized one important,
undeniable fact. The sooner he separated from her the better. It was time this thing between them ended.
Time to let go of the emotions he was letting rule him. He would only bring her pain. And he didn t want
to do that to her.
Rachel needed to be free of him so that she could live the life she deserved. He had interrupted that, but
he would correct that error. It was in his power to erase her memory and take her back to her time.
Once he had killed the princess, he would let her get back to her life, and he would get back to being
who and what he was, a Diharan assassin.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Zerik would go back to living a simple, honorable life. A way of living dedicated to his people and to his
duty. The kind of life that didn t get entangled with emotions and passion. He would flow back into the
numb existence that had become his before meeting Rachel.
Numb. Emotionless. Calm. That s how he needed to live. It was so much better that way.
 Rachel walked out of the bathroom. She stopped short at the sight of him. Her stare became curious,
and a little unsure. Probably because he hadn t moved from the spot he had been in when she went into
the bathroom. He even still held their breakfast in his arms.
The sight of her stirred him, as it always did. She merely had to stand before him to break through the
protective wall around his heart. All his warrior training was lost to him when she was near.
She made him weak.
He couldn t be weak.
He was a trained killer. A shadow man. Weakness was unacceptable. Vulnerability was dangerous.
Rachel made him both. Caring about her would only put her life in danger. He had enemies. If they ever
learned that he had feelings for a woman, her life wouldn t last long. His mate would be killed as a way to
get to him.
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