Her hands in his hair were all the benediction Kash had ever needed, steadying him and reminding him where he belonged. He caught her lashing tail between his cheek and her thigh and rubbed his face against it.

He'd said once that losing her was like losing Sarenrae for Pike, and it had seemed excessive, but now, with shudders wracking him while his tongue teased out Zahra's pleasure, it seemed nothing more than simple truth. She was his everything. His light, his love, his heart, his goddess.

He would stay here happily, tongue rolling over her clit and along her slit, pressing into her, with his own hips rocking for the slightest friction against the bed until she asked him to have her. But he did need to lift his head, both to breathe, and to urge her, "Let go, baby. I've got you."