even more confused now, but not so mortified. She’d been in the place. It had terrified Marcus so much. A sickening thudding sensation washed over her. What if he wasn’t able to do it? She reminded herself they’d only just talked about ultimate unity today—this evening.
Birch helped the now shaking Marcus to his feet. “Come on now, you’ll both be fine.” Deborah watched the older man lead him away from her and took note that it felt okay. Birch spoke to Marcus again as he bade him sit by the fire. “It took many months to get one of us to where you two are already. I know Deborah is a little ahead of you, but you just have to trust her. She’ll lead you to her.”
Deborah thought that was Marcus’s cue to at least throw her a smile, or even a comforting wink, but his head remained bowed.
Chapter 11
Deborah woke early, having hardly slept at all. She watched Marcus’s eyes flutter under their lids and left the tent, careful not to disturb him. Sun was already streaming through the trees as she made her way down to the river to freshen up.
Since her double sexual mind trip yesterday, Deborah had felt strangely calm and peaceful. Thoughts had whirled around her mind all night long as she’d tried to analyze what had happened to her from a scientific point of view, but it was with a lazy curiosity, not her usual frantic need to know. It was as if there had been some kind of cellular or molecular breakdown between the physical and mental parts of the body and they’d simply seeped into each other. The more she recalled the sensations, the more amazing they became to her. Marcus had always taken her to places with his lovemaking that she’d never been, and he’d always insisted that she give up her control and just feel , so she rationalized that he’d been conditioning her for this for years. She’d always done as he wished, letting herself fall into the sexual world he made for her with complete abandon, allowing every sensation to permeate her being and take her over.
As she dipped her toe into the cold morning water, she resolved to tell Marcus about her thoughts. It was his doing that she was so open to this bloody ultimate unity thing.
She’d forgotten to bring a towel and quickly splashed the water over her arms and face, shivering as the light breeze dried her off. A crack in the undergrowth made her senses prick. She crouched behind a low bush and strained to catch a glimpse of the intruder. There was definitely someone there, but thankfully, Deborah knew she hadn’t been seen. Just as clearly as the day before when she’d felt watched. Whoever was there didn’t know that she was too.
Her heart began to thunder so loudly that she clasped her hands over her mouth to stop the noise banging out. Lactic acid build at an alarming rate and her calves numbed almost instantly. Maybe it was an animal? She tried to comfort herself but instincts screamed of a human presence. One of her party?
There, her eye caught the shape of a small, thin figure nearing the entrance of the clearing. Deborah didn’t know what to do. They’d never really talked about camp security and who should be visiting. For all she knew, it could be a fairly open affair with many people showing up, though they hadn’t seen a soul since they’d arrived. She softly broke her cover and, holding her breath, followed the figure. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched the man bend low at the entrance of her and Marcus’s shelter and lift the canvas door, just a little, to peer inside. She wanted to run up and stop him—he could be a murderer, anything—but fear had her frozen to the spot.
“Denva, what are you doing here so early?” Birch strode over to the stranger and smacked him jovially on the back, urging him causally away from the tent. He led him to the smoldering ashes of last night’s fire and kept up the banter while he went about reviving the flames and making tea, but Deborah caught the furtive glances
Birch helped the now shaking Marcus to his feet. “Come on now, you’ll both be fine.” Deborah watched the older man lead him away from her and took note that it felt okay. Birch spoke to Marcus again as he bade him sit by the fire. “It took many months to get one of us to where you two are already. I know Deborah is a little ahead of you, but you just have to trust her. She’ll lead you to her.”
Deborah thought that was Marcus’s cue to at least throw her a smile, or even a comforting wink, but his head remained bowed.
Chapter 11
Deborah woke early, having hardly slept at all. She watched Marcus’s eyes flutter under their lids and left the tent, careful not to disturb him. Sun was already streaming through the trees as she made her way down to the river to freshen up.
Since her double sexual mind trip yesterday, Deborah had felt strangely calm and peaceful. Thoughts had whirled around her mind all night long as she’d tried to analyze what had happened to her from a scientific point of view, but it was with a lazy curiosity, not her usual frantic need to know. It was as if there had been some kind of cellular or molecular breakdown between the physical and mental parts of the body and they’d simply seeped into each other. The more she recalled the sensations, the more amazing they became to her. Marcus had always taken her to places with his lovemaking that she’d never been, and he’d always insisted that she give up her control and just feel , so she rationalized that he’d been conditioning her for this for years. She’d always done as he wished, letting herself fall into the sexual world he made for her with complete abandon, allowing every sensation to permeate her being and take her over.
As she dipped her toe into the cold morning water, she resolved to tell Marcus about her thoughts. It was his doing that she was so open to this bloody ultimate unity thing.
She’d forgotten to bring a towel and quickly splashed the water over her arms and face, shivering as the light breeze dried her off. A crack in the undergrowth made her senses prick. She crouched behind a low bush and strained to catch a glimpse of the intruder. There was definitely someone there, but thankfully, Deborah knew she hadn’t been seen. Just as clearly as the day before when she’d felt watched. Whoever was there didn’t know that she was too.
Her heart began to thunder so loudly that she clasped her hands over her mouth to stop the noise banging out. Lactic acid build at an alarming rate and her calves numbed almost instantly. Maybe it was an animal? She tried to comfort herself but instincts screamed of a human presence. One of her party?
There, her eye caught the shape of a small, thin figure nearing the entrance of the clearing. Deborah didn’t know what to do. They’d never really talked about camp security and who should be visiting. For all she knew, it could be a fairly open affair with many people showing up, though they hadn’t seen a soul since they’d arrived. She softly broke her cover and, holding her breath, followed the figure. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched the man bend low at the entrance of her and Marcus’s shelter and lift the canvas door, just a little, to peer inside. She wanted to run up and stop him—he could be a murderer, anything—but fear had her frozen to the spot.
“Denva, what are you doing here so early?” Birch strode over to the stranger and smacked him jovially on the back, urging him causally away from the tent. He led him to the smoldering ashes of last night’s fire and kept up the banter while he went about reviving the flames and making tea, but Deborah caught the furtive glances
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