Nothing in all his life had felt so good. Nothing had been even a sliver as pleasurable. And he wanted—he needed—more. More of this, more of her. “My nyleea,” he rumbled. The heat inside him built to an unbearable degree, burning in his veins. His senses were clouded, overtaken by her scent, by ecstasy, by Ivy. Ketahn’s fingers flexed. He could hold it back no longer. He let the frenzy take over.
