"Always," he said without hesitation, and with his forearms free from her weight, he reached up to hold her hips, marveling at how solid she felt, how real the moment was, despite the distance between them.

Pulling her to him, he buried his face between her legs, his mouth opening greedily over her cunt. He knew the touch would be muted, despite the spark of the bond flowing through them both, and he urged her to rut against his face as she pleased. But perhaps that had nothing to do with the circumstances of their coupling, and everything to do with wanting her to take from him whatever she wanted.