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"I had no choice. I had to return to the Twilight for your audience with the Elders. Now that I have 'volunteered' to travel to the mortal plane, we have much greater freedom of movement. I no longer have to pretend to be here when I am actually there."
She spun about, causing her long dark tresses to whip over her shoulder. Michael admired her even as he despised her.
"I ca
Michael brushed a stray leaf off the cuff of his wide sleeve and looked around them, studying Rachel's dream version of the Elite Academy. It had not aged in her mind, retaining the appearance it once possessed when she was a student there. The center courtyard where they met was circular, lined with gravel, and shaded by immense trees. Surrounding the hub were various open-air amphitheatres where combat training took place and in the large building to the south, classrooms were in session.
"It is time to move to the next stage," he said finally.
Rachel stilled, her green eyes widened. "I began to doubt that you would ever proceed."
She had suggested it weeks ago, but he held off. It seemed a waste to use such a tool without devastating effect. Now, the time was right.
"Never doubt me," Sheron said, pushing to his feet. His gaze stayed locked with hers as he pulled up his cowl.
"It will be done as we agreed."
"Excellent." He bowed and moved to the edge of the slipstream. "Until you dream again."
Co
His chest was tight and hot, making it difficult to breathe. Every inhale smelled of sweat and sex, every exhale was a moment closer to when he would have to leave.
Stacey was beautiful in near slumber. The tight lines of stress and strain around her mouth and eyes were eased in relaxation, leaving behind a face of youthful loveliness. Creamy smooth skin, dark arched brows, cherry red lips.
He could wake up every day like this. With this woman. In this house. He'd trained enough young men for the Elite that he had confidence in his ability to help Justin, too. Co
Adjusting her, he pulled her closer and took her mouth, pressing his lips to her softly parted ones. Her moan made his arms tighten around her. He wanted to keep her, discover her, share himself with her. Perhaps what felt good now would feel as good a month from now. A year from now. Years from now.
Promise. There were signs of promise between them, and the thought that it might never come to fruition was difficult for him to bear. It was one thing to be alone when you knew you were happier that way. It was another to be alone when you had someone you wanted to be with.
Licking the seam of Stacey's lips, Co
Her hand lifted and slipped into the hair at his nape. The simple touch moved him profoundly for its sheer artlessness. It wasn't a touch designed to arouse. It was a touch intended only to hold him close, to keep him near so she could decimate him with her returning ardor. Stacey gave as good as she got, her tongue stroking along his, her mouth twisting and sucking beneath his, her lips clinging to his.
He pushed to his feet, lifting her with him, never breaking the kiss even as he moved down the hallway to her bedroom.
"Are we going to do it again?" she whispered dreamily into his mouth.
"Hell yeah."
Co
With her arms around his neck, she leaned back and looked down at his cock rising up eagerly between them. "You left the condoms in the living room."
He growled low, wishing he could tell her the truth. From sharing Aidan's dreams, Co
"I'll get them," he assured her.
A slow smile curved her mouth and she hugged him, nearly making him stumble as her affection hit him like a physical blow. He carried her into the bathroom and set her down.
"Get in," he said, turning back to return to the living room, "but don't wash. I want to do it."
"Yes, sir," she teased.
She was bending over the tub turning the faucets when he tossed a mock glare over his shoulder. The view was inspiring. He jogged the distance to the condoms, shut the front door and locked it, then jogged the distance back to Stacey.
He heard the shower ru
To him it revealed so much about her, the dichotomy between her public spaces and her private one. He wondered if this setting would inspire a different side of Stacey and eager to find out, he shoved his jeans to the floor and strode into the bathroom.
Pausing on the threshold, Co
"I'm naked and you're looking at the ceiling?" she asked with warm amusement.
He turned his attention to the view of Stacey through the sliding glass shower door. Standing in a cloud of mist, she was his fantasy in the flesh. She slid the door open in invitation.
"I think it might be too small in here for you," she said, blinking water-laden lashes at him as he approached.
"I like tight places," he reminded, climbing into the shower tub with her.
The space was cramped, but he didn't care. It just meant that they were pressed up against each other, which was just the way he wanted it.
Her hands came up and touched his abdomen. His muscles tightened instinctively, responding to her attention.
Her tender fingertips traced over every groove and plane of taut muscle, and he bore her fascination with gritted teeth and aching heart.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered, in what sounded like awe.
He cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. "Tell me how to make this work."