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to thwart release.
Her desperate, needy moans filled the chamber, physically reached inside of him and grabbed him by the balls.
He was hard enough to split marble. He no longer knew whether he was playing with his prey or torturing himself.
Enough.
Slowly, painstakingly, he penetrated her skin with his fangs, then sank the tips into her luscious vein.
And took his first deep draw of ambrosia.
“All of us have the touch of Elements within us, as children of this world, the Goddesses’ creations. Some more than others. Those who have vivid dreams are touched by Water. Those who intuit the thoughts and needs of others are touched by Air. Those who effortlessly make plants grow are touched by Earth. And those with strong, burning passions are touched by Fire… ”
—From the hidden sections of the Ecliptic Scrolls
Chapter Five
Eveline would not characterize herself as a passionate woman. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
But lately, she found that she didn’t know herself quite as well as she thought—
As dreams of undulating, sweat-sheened naked bodies writhed across the dirty, dirty recesses of her subconscious mind.
Thankfully, it wasn’t a great number of bodies, just two. A small, pale female, one that reminded of what she saw when she looked in the mirror. (But surely not! She wouldn’t be dreaming about herself, for heaven’s sake, when she could be conjuring the goddess-likes of Aella, or the supremely sexual, siren-esque Jade).
And a very large, very naked male body. Twisted like dark tree roots around the female. Solid, muscular. Satin over shifting sinew. He reminded her of someone… Who…who was it he reminded her of?
She felt him all around her, his hot, smooth skin burning hers—well, burning the female in her dream’s—his clean, musky scent permeating the air, his soft, full lips planting moist kisses along her neck. She couldn’t see this male clearly in her mind’s eye, but she knew what he looked like through touch, sound and smell.
His hair was a mass of silky curls, tickling her nose. His nose was straight and narrow, a blade that he ran deliciously along the bottom of her jaw. His cheekbones were sharp and lean; she could feel the edges and hollows against her face. His mouth was surprisingly plump-lipped, a startling contrast to the hard bristles of his beard.
Gracious! She certainly had a vivid imagination! Who was boring and staid now?
Ha! Take that, Aella!
The rest of the male was more difficult to make out in her rather salacious subconscious. She just knew that he was extremely large.
Everywhere.
Instinctively, her thighs squeezed tightly together, trapping something hot, hard and heavy between them.
The male in her dream hissed out a breath, the raspy exhale raising goosebumps all across her skin.
Ooohhh, she liked that sound. She wanted him to do it again.
So she rocked a little against that thick, steely length, even as the female in her dream took the male’s pulsing sex within her.
The most primitive, masculine groan rumbled in her ear, sending fissures of pleasure coursing through her blood, setting her body on fire.
Oh yeah… she loved that sound.
The naked bodies in her dream undulated together as one, no telling where he began and she ended. They were like the Taoist symbol of Yin and Yang, the white and black molding to each other desperately, clinging, grasping, chasing in an endless loop.
The male’s hips pumped in a lazy rhythm, the perfect globes of his buttocks clenching in time with Eveline’s own drenched core. The female arched and shuddered in sync with his deep, relentless thrusts, her lower body swallowing everything he gave her, always begging for more.
She was so close.
So close…
She could feel it. Her sex quivered and wept.
This dream was the bomb! When was the last time she had one like this? Never! That’s when.
Eveline’s subconscious twin was beside herself with glee.
Just a little more…
Deeper. Harder. Hotter.
Husky groans. Raspy moans. Rough, low, savage growls.
The dark timbre of his voice vibrated through her like the plucked strings of a double bass.
The female in her dream began to shudder all over with the beginnings of a cataclysmic orgasm. Vicariously, Eveline’s own skin flushed a vibrant pink, her blood practically sizzling with anticipation.
Until abruptly, the male in her dream pulled away, leaving her cold and empty, flailing at the edge of ecstasy, soaked in her own sweat.
Eveline came awake in an unfortunate manner—
By rolling off the edge of a ridiculously tall bed.
“Ow,” she muttered when she hit the floor in a tangle of limbs.
“Rest well, Pure One?”
She sat up straight at that, her