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His cock was already semi-erect, his thigh muscles flexing as he sat down in the position she’d ordered. “You making me hungrier, Mistress. But not so much for that.”

She smiled and plucked the flowers off of her body, sending a blessing to each Goddess face he’d named before sitting up and distributing them in the bowls of water. As she rose to her feet, she felt the strength of the Goddess rise with her. Reborn.

His eyes caressed her body, top to toe, making all of it tingle with the desire to mate, to be closer, touch, rub, stroke and caress every part of herself against every part of him.

But denial, building the anticipation, was the Bruce Willis anti-hero of sex. It made sure the world was saved, good prevailed and the ending was unforgettable. Bastion had told her that, during one of his rare visits to Progeny. He’d been taking a break from a scene, purposefully prolonging it so his submissives would think too much arousal could cause insanity. And that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

She moved behind Rev. “Back straight.” He wasn’t slouching, but the order brought his shoulders back further, his chest out and head up. She pressed her mound against the back of his neck as she caressed his shoulders, his skull and jaw.

All hers.

She came to his front and straddled him, closing her legs around his waist, bringing their sexes against one another, his rigid cock pressed to her damp cunt. “This is a Shakti-Shiva pose,” she whispered. “When we’re joined, the energy is a closed circle. Afterwards, when we spoon in my bed, I’ll have you press up against me, behind me, and our chakras will align. That energy will take us into sleep together.”

“Where you can dream of me.” He had remembered.

“Yes.”

He touched the soft skin at the corner of her eye. “No bad dreams. No more, Mistress. I won’t let them come.”

She pressed her face into his hand. She held that connection as she lifted herself, reached between them and guided him into her, ready and hard, her body slick and willing. They came together close, a firm lock, and that circle closed. Complete and passionate.

“What will you dream of, Rev?” Her voice held the strain of arousal. She would draw the climax out for both of them. Or maybe she wouldn’t plan anything. The Goddesses who’d been called to the circle would take them where They willed, into a cycle of arousal and bliss until they were limp with it and slept, spooned together the way she’d described.

“I’ll dream of being everything you need me to be, Mistress. And then I’ll wake up and make it happen.”

She began to move, their souls locked in sensation, in pleasure and need. In love.

“You already are, Rev. You already have.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

The weather for Jasmine and Joss’s handfasting was sunny and not too hot, so they could set up their circle under the park’s live oaks, rather than in the gazebo they’d reserved for rain. Poles draped with garlands of fresh flowers marked the circle, connected by floating ribbons of gauze in their chosen colors of purple and white. The altar and platform on which it rested had been built by Joss and his father.

After the ceremony, the platform would become a deck around the front steps to Joss and Jasmine’s little house, a reminder of this day, every day they came home to one another.

About sixty friends and family would be present. As they arrived, the ones from different faiths showed their curiosity about their surroundings, the trappings of a ceremony different from what they knew.

Most of the curiosity was open-minded, though Jasmine’s grandmother had been thin-lipped when she arrived and was escorted by Joss to the front row. Vera wasn’t at all surprised that Rev, helping to set out the chairs, found his way to her.

She didn’t hear their conversation, but she didn’t need to do so. He’d leaned toward the grandmother as they talked together, and in time he coaxed forth a smile. At one point, he’d noddedtoward Vera. She expected he’d told Jasmine’s grandmother that he and Vera were together.

The grandmother had fingered the silver cross he wore. When she turned it over, she would see that inscription.By faith alone…

When more of Jasmine’s immediate family arrived, Rev exited the chair, making room for them. He checked with Joss’s best man to confirm the needed preparations were done, then he moved to a live oak and leaned against it. More than one female stole a look in his direction. On a normal day, he attracted attention. In his gray suit, he looked even more irresistible.

All mine, ladies. But enjoy the view.

He was as oblivious to it as always, his focus on making sure no one needed anything he could provide. When Vera told the friends who’d been chosen to cast the circle and call quarters to take their places, a signal that it was time for the ceremony to begin, his attention went where it had returned countless times since they’d arrived together. Back to her.

The ritual dress she wore when officiating as a Wiccan priestess had a scoop-neck, black beaded bodice, angel wing sleeves and an ankle-length flowing skirt. She’d worn slip-ons easy to discard when the ceremony began, to be in direct contact with the earth. Her pentacle and Isis pendants gleamed against her chest. Precious stones threaded onto her silver hoop earrings represented love, commitment, protection, insight, wisdom and patience. Important for every relationship, but especially a marriage.

She stepped onto the platform, in front of the altar, and faced the assembled. “Welcome,” she said, as people quieted. “Will you lift your hand if you are familiar with a Wiccan or pagan handfasting ceremony?”

About half of the audience members responded, and Vera gestured to them. “Joss and Jasmine have told me to explainthings as we go along, but if anything remains confusing, feel free to talk to these attendees afterward. And offer your own experiences. Faith is a beautiful thing to share.”

She swept her gaze over the four quarter callers. “I will ask Jasmine and Joss to join me at the altar now, before we start the circle casting. The circle creates a sacred space for Jasmine and Joss’s commitment to one another.”

Joss and Jasmine had been mingling with the guests, and a ripple of laughter went through the group as she skipped ebulliently over to her groom and seized his hand, twirling under his arm. As the two came up the middle aisle between the chairs, Joss’s eyes were on Jasmine, full of love and wonder. He’d looked at her that way from the first time they’d met. In his presence, Jasmine’s sunlight personality was even more vibrant as well.

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