hips into him seeking relief.
Finally slumping, she pushed
herself out of his arms. "What was that?"
"I think you know. Your
body remembers what your mind cannot."
"An orgasm from
kissing?"
"You need me, Princess.
Your body is crying out for me, your Prince. When I return, I promise to make
love to you until you are satisfied and I intend to take a long time." He
took her face between his hands and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
She swore she saw sparks
flying off his hands when he touched her. Her whole body trembled. "What's
going on? When you touch me it's like a sexual current is passing through
me."
"I absorbed more energy
here from the elements than I ever have." He rubbed his chin, his eyes
thoughtful.
Phoebe shuddered, wondering
about the type of energy around Salem that Agrat was tapping in to.
"Terrible things happened here. Innocent women were accused of witchcraft
and hanged. Others were crushed to death. A sort of madness overcame this
place."
He frowned, his expression
focused. "I sense that but there is sorrow here too, for the things that
were done. Shame. Repentance. This is different. It is something else from
another source far greater than normal humans carry." He looked down over
his body. "I am bigger. Stronger than ever before. Perhaps you have something else in your bloodline that helps me absorb the
energy of the elements."
"Don't you dare rope me
into this by turning me into something I'm not. I am human."
Agrat rubbed his hands
together until they glowed and sparks flew off them. He tapped his forefinger lightly
over her lips.
Heat zinged from her mouth
down her backbone to between her legs. Phoebe gasped. His touch was so erotic
she wanted to push him onto the floor and mount him. "Stop that!"
"You respond to my energy
like it is an aphrodisiac. I do not think your bloodline is pure human. From
the moment I saw you standing at my father's palace gates, I was drawn to you.
You have something else in you. Some ancient lineage."
"I'm not psychic like
Rachael. I don't have special gifts, except for my art, and I certainly don't
think of myself as some type of energy-absorbing sex goddess."
"You are so much more
than that. With you by my side, I feel whole. More powerful than I have ever
been and I mean to use it to destroy Galaden."
"You must save Rachael.
Promise me."
"You have my word."
For the first time, trust
formed a fragile bond in her heart.
Agrat took her wrist and
pulled it up to her face. "There is a dagger hidden in the wrist shield,
swing your hand down and it springs free." He demonstrated with his own
hand, swinging it down so that a dagger secreted in the metal layer of his
wrist shield slid into his palm."
Phoebe's stomach turned at the
lethal blade.
"I have done all that I
can to protect this property but if a demon should find you here, lure it close
and stab it."
"But those demons in my
studio inhabited stone."
"The blades have magical
properties. They'll pierce anything or anyone." He gripped her by the
shoulders. "You must survive until I can get to you because I do not wish
to live without you."
Something about the depth of
his words hit home but before she could answer, the prince vanished.
Chapter 8
Sun shone down on Galaden through the
open window so that his whole body glowed. Rachael couldn't take her eyes off
him. She lay on the bed after their lovemaking, filled with joy. She had
thought him perfect in his carved form, but she realized she'd underestimated
his beauty. Pacing the room, his brow slashed with righteous anger about the
demon, he was magnificent.
And he loved her.
She could feel it to the
marrow of her bones and her whole body seemed to vibrate so that she glowed
inside with a happiness she'd never known before.
Galaden stopped pacing, held
out his hand and a white ball of energy grew then winked out. "Damn! This
light energy is too slow. I need life-force energy. I must be at my peak to
destroy the demon before he seeks
Finally slumping, she pushed
herself out of his arms. "What was that?"
"I think you know. Your
body remembers what your mind cannot."
"An orgasm from
kissing?"
"You need me, Princess.
Your body is crying out for me, your Prince. When I return, I promise to make
love to you until you are satisfied and I intend to take a long time." He
took her face between his hands and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
She swore she saw sparks
flying off his hands when he touched her. Her whole body trembled. "What's
going on? When you touch me it's like a sexual current is passing through
me."
"I absorbed more energy
here from the elements than I ever have." He rubbed his chin, his eyes
thoughtful.
Phoebe shuddered, wondering
about the type of energy around Salem that Agrat was tapping in to.
"Terrible things happened here. Innocent women were accused of witchcraft
and hanged. Others were crushed to death. A sort of madness overcame this
place."
He frowned, his expression
focused. "I sense that but there is sorrow here too, for the things that
were done. Shame. Repentance. This is different. It is something else from
another source far greater than normal humans carry." He looked down over
his body. "I am bigger. Stronger than ever before. Perhaps you have something else in your bloodline that helps me absorb the
energy of the elements."
"Don't you dare rope me
into this by turning me into something I'm not. I am human."
Agrat rubbed his hands
together until they glowed and sparks flew off them. He tapped his forefinger lightly
over her lips.
Heat zinged from her mouth
down her backbone to between her legs. Phoebe gasped. His touch was so erotic
she wanted to push him onto the floor and mount him. "Stop that!"
"You respond to my energy
like it is an aphrodisiac. I do not think your bloodline is pure human. From
the moment I saw you standing at my father's palace gates, I was drawn to you.
You have something else in you. Some ancient lineage."
"I'm not psychic like
Rachael. I don't have special gifts, except for my art, and I certainly don't
think of myself as some type of energy-absorbing sex goddess."
"You are so much more
than that. With you by my side, I feel whole. More powerful than I have ever
been and I mean to use it to destroy Galaden."
"You must save Rachael.
Promise me."
"You have my word."
For the first time, trust
formed a fragile bond in her heart.
Agrat took her wrist and
pulled it up to her face. "There is a dagger hidden in the wrist shield,
swing your hand down and it springs free." He demonstrated with his own
hand, swinging it down so that a dagger secreted in the metal layer of his
wrist shield slid into his palm."
Phoebe's stomach turned at the
lethal blade.
"I have done all that I
can to protect this property but if a demon should find you here, lure it close
and stab it."
"But those demons in my
studio inhabited stone."
"The blades have magical
properties. They'll pierce anything or anyone." He gripped her by the
shoulders. "You must survive until I can get to you because I do not wish
to live without you."
Something about the depth of
his words hit home but before she could answer, the prince vanished.
Chapter 8
Sun shone down on Galaden through the
open window so that his whole body glowed. Rachael couldn't take her eyes off
him. She lay on the bed after their lovemaking, filled with joy. She had
thought him perfect in his carved form, but she realized she'd underestimated
his beauty. Pacing the room, his brow slashed with righteous anger about the
demon, he was magnificent.
And he loved her.
She could feel it to the
marrow of her bones and her whole body seemed to vibrate so that she glowed
inside with a happiness she'd never known before.
Galaden stopped pacing, held
out his hand and a white ball of energy grew then winked out. "Damn! This
light energy is too slow. I need life-force energy. I must be at my peak to
destroy the demon before he seeks
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