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impending orgasm. The feel of their wet skin sliding together, Hunter’s hard cock penetrating her again and again, stimulating her clit with every thrust, was about to send her over the edge. “I’ll die if I come like that again,” she answered honestly, not certain if she’d come apart and fly away in tiny little pieces.
    “Then I’ll save you, because it’s already happening,” Hunter grunted, lowering his mouth to hers, finally breaking their captivating eye contact.
    Athena trembled violently as Hunter kissed her, feeling her powerful orgasm grip her in an almost savage hold. As he released her mouth, she cried out mindlessly, not even certain what she’d said.
    Hunter groaned and threw his head back as her sheath milked him of his hot release. “Athena,” he muttered on a masculine sigh, laying his forehead against hers as his body continued to shudder before he was finally stilled.
    Neither one of them said a word. Their fingers were still entwined and Hunter’s breath began to slow down as he gently untwined one of their hands and moved to her side. He was slow to release her other hand, but he did let go and slid out of bed. After rummaging around in the attached bath for a moment, he came back with a fluffy white cloth.
    “What’s that?” she asked curiously, her body now almost limp with satiation as she raised her head from the pillow.
    He nudged her thighs apart without saying a word, and wiped gently at the smears of blood on her skin before pressing the warm compress directly between her legs.
    Hunter looked so sweet, so gentle as he frowned at the washrag like it wasn’t doing a good enough job. Athena felt her eyes grow moist as she watched his disgruntled expression, the tender acts of a man who considered himself only a killer of Evils. He was more, so much more than he gave himself credit for. “It doesn’t really hurt,” she told him solemnly.
    “You were bleeding,” Hunter argued.
    “Only a little, and it really wasn’t painful, Hunter. You just surprised me.”
    “I thought it was better to just get it over with,” he grumbled.
    “It was.” Athena wasn’t the type to draw out unpleasant things. Hunter did exactly what she wanted. “And then it was extraordinary.”
    Hunter shook his head, but he didn’t look at her. “Do you want a warm bath? It might help.”
    “Tonight, all I want is you.” She reached for him and pulled him back onto the bed beside her. If this was the only night they had to be together, she wanted to experience every second of their time together with Hunter beside her. “I could have just manifested the cloth,” she reminded him gently, although it touched her that he’d gone after it just for her.
    Hunter shrugged. “I could have done that, too, but we’ve spent a long time trying to do things the human way to blend in. I guess it’s a habit. I’m deviant when it comes to killing Evils, so I try to mind some of the other Sentinel rules.”
    He wasn’t noncompliant because he wanted to be; he didn’t have a choice. As a stabilizer , his compulsion to equal the balance had always overridden any other instincts or behavior. A tear flowed down her cheek as she briefly relived some of his memories, the endless punishment for breaking Sentinel rules.
    Wrapping his arms around her, Hunter positioned himself at her back, gently rolling her on her side. She sighed as he warmed her bare skin and held her possessively with an iron grip around her waist. He wiped away the tear with the hand near her head. “Don’t cry for me. I’d do the same damn thing if it meant saving you, Princess,” he said gruffly.
    He meant it. Athena could hear the same thoughts echoing inside his head. “I’m so sorry,” she answered softly, tears starting to flow in earnest. “My Sentinels were my creation, pawns in my battle to fight the Evils. I only knew Kristoff. I didn’t ever really look at any of you as real people.” She knew the way she thought about the