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He let himself go, a feeling so unfamiliar that when he hit the water, he felt just as she said that in some strange way he was being reborn. The heart of the Nine Realms had him right now, holding him as he fell into the dark depths of the pool, sinking deeper and deeper.
She still held his hand and gave another squeeze. He understood her intention and pushed toward the surface just as she did.
When he broke through, he took a deep breath and drank in the night air. “This feels incredible as though something magical lives in these waters.”
“I know.” She paddled slowly away from him.
As he treaded water, the vibrations in the pool began to work on his mating frequency deep in his chest. He slowly began to move through the water in Willow’s direction, driven as he had been for the past two years because she was a blood rose and he needed what she had to give.
Yet the drive had expanded, filling his mind as well, even his soul because this was Willow, a woman he’d come to respect for the sacrifices she had made and for her courage.
She pulled herself with an elegant backstroke in the direction of the waterfall.
He glanced up, his lips beneath the waterline. Had the vines always been there? Maybe, but several now trailed in the water in her direction.
More vines … yes.
His cock hardened at the thought.
Maybe it was the pool, or his connection to Willow, but he suddenly realized what he could do. He reached for the vines mentally and they responded to him. He knew exactly what he wanted to have happen and maneuvered them in Willow’s direction until they wrapped around her arms and held her fast.
She gasped as she rose up in the water, the vines holding her up as she faced him.
“The vines are doing my bidding,” he explained.
She smiled. “I can see t
hat.”
More of them caught her arms and supported her until she was partway out of the water, but half-reclining, her head cradled on a small bed of vines. The sight of her bare breasts, her nipples peaked in the cool air, prompted another idea.
He thought the thought and more vines appeared, diving deeper this time until they wrapped around her thighs and spread them.
He moved closer and ran his hands below the waterline, up the insides of her legs. He loved having the vines work for him, following his thoughts, his desires, until her hips were also above the waterline. Vines now covered her abdomen, keeping her warm, and supporting her.
Slowly, he kissed his way up her thighs, taking turns with each, holding her hips and kneading her bottom. As he reached the juncture of her thighs, he kissed the narrow auburn landing patch, then flipped his tongue back and forth.
“Oh, Malik.” She tilted her head back and he went to work, licking her between her legs and making her writhe in the water.
He stood on bedrock, positioned well to taste her sweet forest-rain scent and suck on her labia.
She moaned, her hips rising and falling in the ancient rhythm. He slid a finger inside her beautiful wetness and added a vibration that had her crying out. “Oh, sweet Goddess.”
He could feel that she was close. He licked her swiftly and plunged his finger in and out. Her body tensed then a long cry left her lips as ecstasy caught her and took her on a ride. He could feel her internal muscles fluttering as she came.
He was hard as a rock because of the sensation, then he felt a vine rubbing over his thighs and ass. You’re doing that, aren’t you? He pathed.
The vine, yes. How does it feel?
He moved in close to her, spreading his hands up over her breasts. “It feels wonderful because it has your frequency.”
She nodded, still trapped and held up by the vines. “Move into me, Malik. Let me feel you, all of you.”
He stepped between her thighs and holding his cock in his hand, he began pushing into her, and started thrusting while she uttered small cries of pleasure. The vines gave way a little as she shifted her legs to surround him.
When he commanded more support, the vines formed a stronger platform beneath her and he set a steady rhythm. “How does that feel?”
She moaned. “Wonderful.” She held his gaze, her hips meeting his with each thrust. “Malik, I love doing this with you, feeling you inside me.” Her neck arched and she writhed once more.
