“It’s flowing around you,” he continued softly. “All the water in the world, rippling beneath your fingertips, caressing your skin, blessing your spirit. Allow it to kiss you, Ella. Allow it to consume you.”
I shuddered, my vision morphing into a whirlpool, swirling me in a violent circle, drawing me deeper into a black hole of madness and away from the sunlight.
“Don’t fight it.” Tray’s lips were at my ear. “It’s not nearly as dark as it appears. I’m waiting for you there. Seek out our connection. Find me.”
Inky ropes ensnared my waist, pulling me deeper. I whimpered, my heart jumping in my chest.
This couldn’t be right.
But I couldn’t open my mouth to speak, the very real snakelike bands encircling my head and covering my lips.
Yanking me under.
Into a sea of perpetualmagic.
I blinked into my new oblivion, sparkling strands dancing beneath the surface and twining in glittering bands.
One blinked brighter than the others, a beckoning of sorts, waving in the thick, dark waters.
I swam toward it, my body suddenly free of the binds.
Each stroke stirred a sense of rightness in my gut.
Each kick awakened a new purpose.
Until I reached the light and realized it wasn’t a light at all, but Tray.
He welcomed me with open arms, his body a familiar warmth against mine, and spun me in a circle, his pride a kiss against my very spirit.
I opened my eyes to find him gazing down at me with unshed tears in his eyes. “You’re beautiful, Ella,” he marveled, his expression radiating an emotion that warmed my heart. “The most beautiful Midnight Fae I’ve ever seen.”
His mouth captured mine, his kiss igniting a tornado of sensations inside me.
Heat engulfed me from head to toe.
I threw my arms around his neck, no longer caring about the importance of breathing. He lifted me onto the counter, stepping in between my thighs and dominating me with his tongue.
Somehow our clothes disappeared.
Maybe I burned them off.
Maybe he used magic.
All I cared about was our joining below, which happened so suddenly and yet not fast enough. Tray drove into me, his lips catching my shocked cry, and his hands branding my sides.
It felt so ethereal, as if we were making love in a dream and not in his kitchen.
My body vibrated withneed.
Words fell from my mouth like a chant.
He whispered my name in worship against my ear, my neck, my breasts.
Every touch resembled a claim, every kiss a promise, every thrust an introduction to the future.
I was utterly owned by Trayton Nacht.
My head fell back on a scream, his teeth sinking into my neck.
