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When had he taken her down on the sofa? He put a hand on her side and her gown disappeared. He groaned. He must have thought a second thought, because he was suddenly naked against her, pushing her thighs wide, the crown of his c**k already finding her and driving inside. How had the vampire moved without her knowing it?
The music had moved on as well, building, building, pulsing from wall to wall, heating everything up.
So perfect.
He pushed and pushed. He pulled out then pushed again. He set a driving rhythm and pushed.
Mine, once more rolled through her mind. You’re so beautiful. Your thoughts warm me.
Havily no longer existed within her body. She was floating in some kind of delirious state in which his powerful body drove into her and his mind pressed and stroked her.
I’m yours.
She broke the kiss but only so that she could turn her head and present her throat to him. She needed another invasion of him, another way he could be inside her body. And oh, his fennel scent was another intoxication.
I need you now, she sent.
He didn’t wait, thank God, but struck in a quick erotic jab. He was all sex and yet so much more as he drew on her vein, as though all the ways he took her body pulsed in rhythm with the beat of her music.
She felt the heavy thuds of her heart as he drew on her vein and took the wealth of her body into his mouth and down his throat.
He moaned. Your blood feeds me.
Yes, she responded.
You’re mine.
Yes.
Each thrust into the well of her body sent shock waves up and up, through her abdomen, her stomach, the cage of her chest, up through her neck and into her mind.
Her eyes were closed now, the sensation of his presence in her mind, his mouth sucking at her vein, his thick c**k pushing into her and connecting them as nothing else could, sent shards of pleasure to every nerve ending. Her toes and fingertips tingled, chills rained down her neck, her back, her sides. Her wing-locks, forced as they were against the nap of the sofa beneath her, were on fire.
She scrambled for air, to remember to breathe as he pushed, sucked, and rolled. He possessed her completely.
Her body held him now, gripping his cock. He groaned with each thrust. He was close. She could feel it in the increase of pace and in the way the muscles of his back flexed, the way he rose up off of her just a little even though she had a stranglehold on his back.
He released her vein and drew back.
She opened her eyes. He was watching her. She put her hand on his cheek. “What are you doing to me?”
“Everything,” he whispered. “God I love being inside your mind.” He still thrust, his endurance preternatural. Oh, yeah, ascended life. Vampire power. How could the breh-hedden be more than this?
Will you permit me to enthrall you?
You want to put me in thrall.
Yes. Will you allow it?
Her body answered the question by tightening and shivering. She wanted it. She’d never been enthralled before but she’d heard it was out of this world.
She took a deep breath as his gaze held hers. He would have complete power over her. Did she trust him? Yes. She nodded. Yes. Do it.
She felt the tendrils reach for her, a strange weaving of light and thought, of purpose.
What he did next didn’t feel real. He held her mind, inside her mind. She felt captured and bound. She reveled in being at his mercy.
Mine once more flooded her brain. All the previous sensations sped through her, doubled then tripled in intensity as once more he took her at the neck, between her legs, and held her in a completely submissive state.
She felt something leaving her body. What was that? Then she knew.
Oh. My. God.
Marcus?
I feel it. Let it happen. Let go. You can do this.
Her second self, the split-self, was leaving, was entering the darkening!
Stunned, she was suddenly a second corporeal being inside the darkening, and alone. A profound sense of freedom came over her, that in this state she could go anywhere she wanted to. And she knew exactly where she would go.
She thought Endelle’s name and swooshed through nether-space. She called out to her. She could see her now, sitting on her throne, still receiving at the Ambassadors Reception. The woman turned to look directly at her. She then whispered something to Thorne, who stood behind her and to her right.
Thorne nodded, moved down three steps, and said something to the ambassador now kneeling. While he held the attention of the ambassador, Endelle’s split-self entered the darkening in an extraordinary cloud of golden light.
Havily lifted a hand to block the glow, and yet again she was reminded of the level of Endelle’s power. She had been in the darkening but she had never looked like this. Must be something only a split-self could see.
Well, ascender, you made it. She looked Havily up and down. No modesty this time but I like your heels. She seemed to collect herself then asked, How?
Marcus holds me in thrall. We’re … joined.
Endelle closed her eyes and after a moment smiled. And he’s f**king your brains out. No wonder you have a fiery red aura right now. Go back to him and for f**k’s sake practice. See if you can figure it out … how to get back here. And Morgan, know this, your life depends on it. Now get the hell out of here.
Havily didn’t wait. She pictured Marcus in her mind and her split-self rushed through nether-space and returned to her initial point of departure, a couch that wasn’t a couch. Another second and her two parts re-formed. She was once more within her body, on the couch, with Marcus, yes, pounding into her.
She was also on the cusp of ecstasy and she cried out, which in turn triggered his release. Oh, God, he was hard as a rock as he thrust into her. The now familiar lightning streaked over her, then pulsed upward into the well of her. A sensation flowed upward, like a river rushing through a narrow canyon gorge, grabbing her stomach, her chest, her heart, her mind until ecstasy tore her voice from her throat and she was screaming at the ceiling.
His orgasm went on and on, the pulses of his c**k jabbing at her, which again ignited the powerful upward flow of sensation.
She arched her back up and off the couch.
The moment she did, all sensation joined yet again and formed a stream of pleasure as ecstasy once more took her into the heavens. She was beneath him panting and writhing, squeezing the last bit of pleasure from her body. He jerked at her movements, groaned and sighed.
At last, she eased back, relaxing onto the sofa.
You did it, he murmured within her mind. His warrior body, stretched out on top of hers, was another kind of ecstasy. She surrounded him with her arms. She loved his body. She loved his kisses, his mouth at her neck. She loved …
