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For once she didn't argue with him, simply relaxing and trusting him to give her pleasure. He did. With his mental defenses down, he felt the building waves of desire as he caressed her stomach, pressed gentle kisses across her hips, and parted her legs. When he brushed his fingertips lightly across her, her pleasure and need rocketed to new heights.
He lifted his head, his breathing ragged, and admired her taut body, glazed with a sheen of sweat. Her fists clenched the pillow beneath her hips, and her head lashed from side to side in time to her soft moans. A wild hunger filled him, but he fought to master it. He couldn't give in to the hunger. Not yet.
His arousal pressed against her, and her need sliced through him. Abandoning her passive role, she grabbed his buttocks and pulled him forward as she arched beneath him. He slid inside her, feeling himself fill her. They cried out together. It was everything, but it wasn't enough.
She moaned, moving beneath him.
"Sh. You'll hurt yourself."
"But I want you."
"Then you shall have me. But gently."
He flexed his hips, moving within her, and she gasped his name. Her nails dug into his back as she urged him onward, but he refused to be rushed.
Beads of sweat ran down from his forehead, stinging his eyes. He blinked, unwilling to close his eyes and shut out the sight of her, flushed with passion.
"Please, Desmond. Now."
He slid most of the way out of her. She whimpered, and pierced his back with her nails, driving him forward to fill her again. They sighed as one.
He withdrew, the momentary separation a painful ache until he thrust into her again. The heated slide of flesh inside flesh threatened to send him over the edge, torturing him with her mounting passion as well as his own. But her newly awakened mental powers stayed unused.
His next stroke plunged deeper, the one after that deeper still. She writhed and moaned beneath him, an aching void ready for his fulfillment, her mind a whirling maelstrom of power. He thrust again, touching the heart of her. He recognized the first feather touch of a telepathic connection in his mind, then all hell broke loose.
She spasmed, shaking with the intensity of the pleasure that ripped through her. His body arched, finding its own pleasure, but his mind was lost in the waves of ecstasy flowing over him. They climaxed again, their shared passion tearing them apart and putting them together again in a blinding flash of light.
He collapsed on top of her, straining to breathe. Multicolored spots whirled in front of his eyes, and she clutched him in a bear hug. Aftershocks rocked through him, or her, or them. He couldn't tell where she ended and he began. It wasn't possible to be so close to another person, but he was, and he never wanted it to end.
"Oh, God," he panted. "Rebecca. Marry me."
"Yes."
He couldn't live without her. She couldn't live without him. They were soul mates, completion.
He pressed a kiss to her lips, hard enough to draw blood. But she didn't mind. A gentle kiss couldn't do justice to the awesome power of their union.
When he pulled away, they were both breathless. He shifted his weight off of her, curling up against her side, and pulled the sheet back over them. Without their passion to support it, her telepathic link faded, leaving him aching for that unity of spirit. But she had the gifts. All she needed was the training.
He dusted caresses over her shoulder and arm, unwilling to relinquish their bond. She sighed, then ruined the effect by yawning.
He smiled at her, filled with a joyous light that demanded an outlet. Bending his head, he kissed her nose. "Somehow, I don't think this is what the doctors meant when they said you should stay in bed and rest."
"I won't tell them if you won't." She snuggled closer and buried her face in the hollow of his neck. He breathed deep, reveling in the warm feel of her tucked against him, and stirred against her.
He rubbed her back, long soft strokes that soothed and relaxed her.
"Try to get some rest. Or I won't be able to visit you again."
His threat worked. She closed her eyes, and drifted into slumber a few minutes later.
He watched her sleep, smiling at her complete trust. She knew nothing of telepathy, or mental powers, and had no idea what they'd just done. If he tried to explain, she'd think he was lying, or insane.
The explanations could wait. So far, she'd only used her burgeoning telepathic powers during the pinnacle of sexual experience. He needn't worry about her accidentally touching other people's minds.
He dropped a light kiss on her temple, and felt a flutter in his own mind. He stopped. Closing his eyes, he turned his attention inward, to the telepathic union they'd shared. She'd left the mental connection wide open.
Curious, he followed the connection into her dreams. She was replaying their recent lovemaking. He smiled as he retreated, withdrawing his consciousness back into his own mind.
