Once Gideon had sheathed himself completely, nobody moved for several beats of Emma’s heart. Jesse held her tightly against him, and she dropped her head back to his shoulder, gasping for breath, forcing her lungs to work again. Being caught between their bodies forced Emma to acknowledge how much strength, how much power, hid just below the surface of their skin.
Gideon moved first, and Jesse followed his lead, gently rocking with the rhythm that the vampire established. Emma closed her eyes, and for a moment, she couldn’t tell where her body ended, where either one of them began, where either one of them ended. Boundaries ceased to matter as they moved with each other.
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