Tem. His voice was in her mind, in her body, it was everywhere. “Caspen,” she said in return. At his name, the claw pulsed, and Tem let out a desperate whimper. It was so much stronger than usual—as if his true form allowed his power to operate at full force. “Again,” she pleaded. Another pulse came, more intense than the first. Tem cried out as her clitoris throbbed with pain instead of pleasure. Beautiful. One word. But it was all she needed. Tem’s hand went between her legs, pressing on the claw, fortifying their connection. The smoke skimmed over her skin in whorls and eddies, brushing her
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