I looked at his face and I saw something else. A vein throbbed in his damp neck and his eyes were wild green orbs. He was straining, besieged with disturbing thoughts. I didn't want him to regret this, to feel as though I pushed him, so I reached out and searched for his other hand. Finding it, our eyes locked and I put everything into my gaze. I laced my fingers through his and gave him a reassuring squeeze. He was risking everything. I'd never seen a man bite his lip from desire, but Kova did. He swallowed hard and entered me again. My thighs clamped around his head and his eyes rolled shut.
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