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“I’m counting on that.”
He kissed her as she glided through nether-space.The next moment she was flat on her back, on his bed, and what do you know, there was a towel beneath her.He found her entrance and pushed, but, yeah, she was wet and he glided all the way in, as deep as he could get.
He groaned.
The dual sensations about killed her.
He planted his hands above her shoulders, and looking down at her began to pull his hips back, then thrust.She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath, even if she wanted to.He moved faster and faster, and as soon as she started to come, all that he was experiencing brought her orgasm crashing down on her.She screamed.He roared.The sound of his voice drew the orgasm out so that she writhed beneath him.
He grunted and gathered her up in his arms, but his hips didn’t quiet down.“Shit, I’m going to come again,” he shouted.
He moved faster again, faster than before.She pushed her mind against his and felt his shields falls.She dove within and sank, then dove into the center of his soul.
He cried out over and over.Oh, my God, Grace.
She felt how her presence changed all his physical sensations, enhancing them.Pleasure began driving up her body, over her flesh, up into her well, tugging and pulling, higher and higher, invading her abdomen and her chest until this sweeping orgasm even flew through her mind.
She saw stars, the pleasure was so intense.
On and on, it cascaded through her mind, through her body, his body, hers, until she lay slack and Leto’s body was a heavy weight on her.
He moaned.So good.
She was still moving through his soul, the part of him that was his truest self.She felt deeply content, then he was just suddenly there with her, his soul engaging with her soul.
He moved with her like a dance, flowing around her, over, through, under, above.She responded and felt overcome with a profound sense of peace.Maybe there were holes in their current relationship, things neither of them could define very well, but in this moment she felt one with him.And it was beautiful.
Two souls merge,
Life flutters anew.
Oh, my beloved
Open for me,
Bid me welcome,
Notadieu.
—Grace of Albion, “The Convent Years,” fromCollected Poems,Beatrice of Fourth
CHAPTER 18
At midnight, Grace lay across Leto’s chest, his massive arms surrounding her.He was still in his beast-state and she kept petting his body, savoring how big he was, and that he was hers.She kissed him and loved on him.
He squeezed her shoulders and sighed.“That was amazing.”
“Yes, it was.I’m glad you brought us back to your bedroom.This has been one of the most wonderful nights of my life.I feel very free and relaxed, more myself than at any other time I can remember.”Which seemed strange, since she was still convinced that she was holding back.But was she?Maybe the limitation she experienced was somehow different than she imagined.
He squeezed her again and kissed the top of her head.He chuckled.“I loved what you did in the pool when I was stretched out on that rock, when you slipped into the water and arranged my legs so you had to come up underneath me.I think I will remember that moment as long as I live.”
She giggled and smiled.“We should spend a lot of time in the hot spring.I love being in the water.”
“Grace, when you were in my soul, it felt like heaven.”
She drifted the tips of her fingers over his pecs.He caught her hand and kissed her fingers.
“But this frightens you,” he said.
