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Her thoughts continued to circle in strange directions, as he stood there before her back in her room. His hands held hers down at her sides while their bodies connected at every possible point they could. She could feel nothing but his breath washing over her face as she tried to calm her mind. Blinking back the threatening tears in order to still see him clearly, she gave his fingers a squeeze. With his job over, she wondered if he would just poof into the air like Ahti had.
“I will never be able to fully explain how I felt like her and me, how it felt like it was him and you inside us, when were together in that place today.”
“You don’t have to. It is just like never asking why.”
“But, I must ask one question. Why did you, or how did you come up with the idea for us to be together like that there?”
“First, it was only because I needed to distract you. Then I felt something, like maybe sex magic rituals had been performed there. At one point, I felt their passion for each other, too. Then, it just all started falling into place, doing it to fulfill them, doing it to build energy...”
“Have you used sex to clear portals before?”
“Are you jealous?”
She glared at the light dancing in his eyes.
“All right, all right! Save the dagger like stares. I haven’t actually participated but I know it is done. Many religious traditions try to transform sexual energy into creativity with the hope of facilitating a mystical awakening. They call it sexual sublimation or sex magic. It is simply transforming the crude sexual energy into a carrier of the spiritual essence.”
“I am familiar with sex magic from some of my research. It can be used in spells. Witches visualize their desired result, hoping the energy produced through the sexual union will manifest what they want.”
“Exactly. So, we have accomplished our task, and you should be very proud of yourself. You endured a lot.” He lowered his forehead to hers and shook his head back and forth ever so slightly, letting his own skin brush briefly over hers with each pass.
So, it is truly over? The portal is cleared?” she asked, just needing to hear him say it again.
“It is. We did it.”
“So, the Mastema?”
“In the next hundred years or so they will see themselves as failure. The demons they summoned are gone. The evil energy they lived off of is cleared. Since they have no real power, whatever they do, whatever ritual, it won’t work.”
“Oh, I want to think on this, picture their faces of defeat in my mind,” she said with a laugh, only his face hadn’t changed from very serious and somber, his jaw tense and his eyes dark.
“So, what is bothering you now?” She knew, but she wanted him to lead the way for what was to come next.
“This could be our last night together. These could be our last moments together. We must let go and live as if this moment is our last, because it very well could be.”
She nodded her head almost imperceptivity, allowing it to push gently against his to indicate her agreement. She held her breath, urging him desperately with her mind to kiss her as she pulled up on her toes to reach his mouth. When his lips connected with hers, some of the darkness beginning to flicker inside of her was doused with light. His energy poured into her, making her feel free again. She welcomed the necessary magic from this stranger who owned her whole heart. Releasing his hands, she let hers roam to his face. Pulling him deeper into the kiss, she took from him like a hungry animal, desperate and wild until all of her unfavorable thoughts were silenced.
Advancing her lips against his, not able to get enough, she forced her tongue through his lips. His hands grasped her back, crushing her in a fierce embrace. She moaned her approval. In this moment, he felt like a solid wall she could cling to. Her body cried out to be touched, and abruptly she found his hands were on her hips.
“I want you right now more than I can explain.” He sighed out a jagged breath, “But I have to hear you say it, even if it is the last time. I have to hear the words. Tell me how you feel about me.”
His shaking fingers brushed gingerly over her lips, and she sighed. He was so close to her she could feel the heat of his body through her clothes. Their breath blew out in succession, repeating a pattern that played out their desires.
“I love you.” Her feet left the ground, and she wrapped them around his waist as she was lifted up. She kissed him despite the huge smile he had on his face. The kiss was broken by the sensation of falling, and she realized they were falling back onto the bed. Her feet hit mattress as she remained straddling his lap. Using her arms as leverage, she thrust her damp sex into his groin. His groan was feral, hushed only by her mouth finding his again. His denim-covered cock pressed its hard length up along her folds.
“I love you, too.”
“I have to have you.” She clutched for him frantically, feeling for the button and zipper on his jeans. The bulge under her hands made her stomach quiver.
He met her intent by rolling her off of him. The same time her back hit the cool, crisp sheets, he was pulling at the waist of her skirt.
She felt the slight tickle of his fingers on her mound. Instinct had her pushing up against him. His hands moved in a frenzy to undress her, which blew on the flames within. She reached out her hands to touch him, but he brushed them aside.
“Let me.”
She knew he hadn’t meant to sound harsh. She was sure he felt like she did, like they were racing a clock to get him inside of her. When his hands followed the departure of cloth from her body, there was a second of delirium where she felt empty, even in spots where his touch had only ventured for the briefest instant. She sat up to help him in the removal of her shirt.
A welcome distraction, she watched as he ripped his clothes from his body. Once the shirt flew and his pants were kicked aside, there was a pause that left her holding her breath in anticipation.
“Lie back,” he instructed, suddenly calm. When she did so, he continued, “You are exquisite. I will always remember you just like this.”
His fingers grazed her again. Down over one nipple, then down over her stomach until the digits met with her core again. He slid his hand along her moist folds, increasing the pressure as he went. She let her legs fall to the sides, allowing him free access not only to her body, but to her heart and soul as well.
When his fingers easily slipped inside her, he said, “Confirmation you do want me.”
She would have answered but he leapt up onto her, letting his wet fingers slide up her stomach as his mouth met hers again. The brief brush of his lips left a whisper of sensation awakening a deep longing, contracting the opening he had left vacant. She shoved away the soon to be symbolic feeling. When his lips stilled against hers, this was her confirmation he was overwhelmed by it all, too. She wanted to go slow and relish every inch of him, and at the same time she had to have him quickly, lest he disappeared from her life.
His next kiss was far from gentle, impassable and unyielding in its commands. His unmistakable act of possession made her stomach clench, and she pulled her thighs tight around his waist, pushing up against his erection to satiate the hum of desire at her opening. He pulled at her bottom, cupping each cheek with one of his hands, and she wiggled her hips until his straining member was enfolded fully within her.
He kissed her with more urgency even as his hands began a slow ascent up her torso. She squirmed and cried out until she felt him smile against her lips.
He walked his fingertips up her ribs to find her breasts. Rubbing his thumbs over her painfully tight nipples, he muttered an oath.
She ground her hips into his.
His muscled form molded into her soft curves. Her breathing was as restless as her heartbeat while he strummed his hands like a frantic musician over her body. She could feel his hot breaths on her skin. His scent was intoxicating, overwhelming. She moved her legs further apart and arched her hips toward him in offering of the deepest parts of her, to be fully joined.
However, he left her gasping for composure when he removed his mouth from hers. He pulled from her, leaving her inner muscles to pulse and ache momentarily until he came a crouch between her thighs. With a smile of deviant pleasure, his mouth finally found her. His tongue teased her folds with proficient, drawn out strokes, and she wished for a way to open up for him more. As if reading her mind, the pressure of his fingers on her sent warm light ripples to make her abdominal muscles shudder. Her opening tensed, waiting for the release his tongue would provide. The needs of her body were unrelenting, demanding and as anxious as she was.
Only no relief came. The urges grew with each swipe of his tongue. She ached to be full of him. However, the torment increased as the tip of his finger ran lightly over her clit, leaving her gasping with want until his mouth found her tender bud. With each bump of his tongue and pull of his lips on her engorged flesh, the air burned into her lungs. The contractions in her stomach built. She was right on the precipice of release when he released her.
“No,” she cried out with a piercing shriek, making vocal the demands of her abandoned and aching body.
At the edge of her cry, he grabbed her ass to boost her up over his thighs, and she saw stars as he pushed his hard cock into her. He slid in without reserve, and the pulses left behind in the wake of his entry almost pushed her over the edge. He stopped, and she felt him tremble almost violently. He let his body fall to cover hers. His head fell to her shoulder, and he breathed raggedly into her hair.
His thrusts increased in power and rhythm. After a swift contracting of muscles, the rush of her orgasm swept through her. Her fingers were gripping into his shoulders, finding great resistance against his muscles there. She felt the hot flood of her wetness as her own muscles gripped around him. He grew just a little more, sending another ripple of pulses through her.
The warming of her nether regions became a fire that shot through her clit. It erupted into her stomach only to boil up through her chest and neck. Her legs began to tremble. When the trembles and heat joined together to consume her, she felt her whole body, no her whole being, go slack.
As her head fell back down to the pillow, simply because she no longer had the strength to keep her cheek up against his, he was smiling down at her. The feeling he was happy with what he had done melted her heart. She had never in her life felt so completely loved.
She saw the smile on his face sparkle in his eyes just before he took her mouth again. His lips pressed against hers with the strength of his passion.
When the phone rang, Kamillia heard Luca gasp. “Answer, I see a sign,” he said, his tone fading with each word.
She followed the direction of his gaze quickly in a futile attempt to see what he did as she picked up her cell phone. Her heart sank knowing they were going to have to do whatever this call requested of them.
