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Harlee POV
Zeev was so gentle with me that it was like he thought I was made of glass. His beautiful fingers caressed and teased until I was begging for more. I reached up and touched the Mark on his neck at the same time reaching out through our link. The thread was still decayed, but healing due to our proximity and attempts to work through our issues between love-making. I pushed beyond the rotten fibers and the two halves of our soul connected with a solid thump. I gasped, my chest arching upwards and Zeev suddenly shuddered too, panting. I began to cry and Zeev pulled me into his arms. I let our consciousnesses merge more fully , losing sight of where Zeev began and I ended. Who was kissing away whose tears now? Whose c
