The orgasm's echo still reverberated in their bodies like a residual wave, but the silence following the mutual marking was heavy, loaded with a tension the waterfall couldn't wash away. Cassian and Ivy remained intertwined in the shallow water, chests heaving in unison, the newly sealed bond pulsing between them like a living thread, sensitive to each heartbeat. The mark on his neck throbbed with possessive heat, a constant reminder of what they'd done — of what he'd initiated. But while ...