And when my mind could form words, when I could again feel his essence around me, his body still moving in my own, I sent him that image one last time, into the dark and stars—my gift. Perhaps our gift, one day. Rhys spilled into me with a roar, his wings splaying wide.
Wait so she. Sent him an image of their future child. To his mind. And he climaxed. With the image. Of his future child. In his mind.
