“I can’t…” she whispered.
“You can, my sweet.” He slid in further. “Trust me.”
“I can’t…” It was softer this time and her head moved to the side as he slowly inched in and let her adjust to his further intrusion.
“Trust me,” he repeated.
“I can’t…” she said and then with a glorious jerk, she slammed her h*ps down towards his. She emitted a soft cry of pain that was drowned out with his low growl as she embedded him fully inside her.
Her eyes opened and they were clear and trusting when she finished, “Wait.”
* * * * *
In both times, the golden air sparkled brightly with white-hot flashes, some of them nearly blue. They tingled skin, the glittered through hair, they brightened the air and they flashed everywhere like fireworks close to the ground.
* * * * *
In the kitchen at Lacybourne…
“Oh my…” Mags muttered, staring at the air.
“Don’t stop chanting,” Marian ordered, staring in the pot.
* * * * *
Close to a copse of trees outside Lacybourne…
“Dear goddess…” Esmeralda breathed as the sparks tingled her skin.
The dark soul cursed under its breath.
* * * * *
Royce drove in further, deeper, hearing her soft panting and feeling it throughout his body as Beatrice’s hands moved, restless and demanding, all over him.
“Royce, something… is happening… to me.” She couldn’t control her voice.
“Let go, my sweet, let it happen,” he urged
Trusting him, her head tilted back, her neck arched, she lifted her knees and he drove into her deeper as he buried his face in her neck and listened with profound satisfaction to the glorious sound of the pleasure overwhelming his sweet, beautiful new bride.
* * * * *
Colin felt Sibyl lift her knees and he buried his face in her neck, her movements allowing him to thrust his c**k even deeper inside her and she quietly panted.
“Colin, I think I’m going to…”
And then he listened with profound satisfaction to the glorious sound of his sweet, beautiful new fiancée’s orgasm.
* * * * *
Royce Morgan found his own release moments later and after he did, the rain came.
* * * * *
Colin Morgan came back to himself after his intense cl**ax and vaguely heard the rain against the windows.
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