through and through.
His fingers trailed over her stomach before teasing the small patch of blond hair covering her most intimate place. There was time for all of it. He could touch her, taste her, have her any way he wanted and she loved every minute of it.
She was impatient though, not content to be teased for hours on end no matter how exquisite the torture was. The room was stifling hot and they were both slick with sweat, their bodies glistening in the afternoon sun.
She found his cock and gripped it firmly; Preston groaned, bucking his hips into her hand.
"Inside me," she whispered with a kiss, "Now."
How could he say no to that?
He couldn't.
She spread her legs and he slid home, both of them sighing as he did. Their connection had been electric and so fucking hot since day one. Preston couldn't imagine his life without her.
She writhed under him, moaning his name, panting wantonly, going crazy with his languid pace.
He wanted to make it last. He wanted it to last forever. He wanted her forever.
He stoked the flames of her desire higher and higher, until an uncontrollable fire blazed through her, shooting her over the moon.
Yes; that's what he wanted. He loved the look of satisfaction in her eyes. The way they morphed almost to a lime color after an orgasm, the way her cheeks flushed and she bit her bottom lip right before she called out his name.
That's what he needed for the rest of his life.
When it was over, they both scampered to the shower, eager to be free of the layer of sweat they'd accumulated, but just as eager for a continuation.
E lena. She was a goddess. Preston's hands balled into fists. No. She was a demon. A monster. A heartless bitch.
T hey were out to dinner for their six-month anniversary. Elena promised him a special treat when they got home. He told her he had something special for her, too. She just didn't know how special it was.
He got down on one knee, bared his heart and soul to her, asked her to be his wife.
"I'm sorry Preston, I can't. I never realized you were so serious... I thought we were just having fun," she said, remorse glimmering in her eyes.
"Wh-what? Why?" he stammered, the blow to his chest stealing his breath away.
A frown wrinkled her perfectly smooth forehead.
"You're not my soulmate," she said frankly.
Preston picked himself off of the floor feeling foolish. He thought they had something special... magical. Apparently, he was wrong.
"How can you say that? Don't you love me?" He felt like he could be sick. Humiliated, crushed, rejected. His worst fears coming true.
"Well... yes, of course I do, but that doesn't change anything."
Preston faltered, how could he argue with that? Who could say that love didn't change anything? What kind of person believed that?
"I don't understand."
Elena looked at her hands – perfectly manicured, smooth and soft from years of moisturizing and spa treatments – she couldn't look at Preston. She couldn't stand to see the hurt in his eyes.
"There's something you don't know about me. I'm not even sure you would believe me if I told you."
"Try me," Preston said, feeling forlorn, lost, adrift without a life preserver. He had to hear her explanation, but it wouldn't make him feel any better.
"I'm an Evoker. Part of an ancient lineage of people with supernatural abilities, charged with keeping the Darkness at bay."
Preston's face reddened with anger, "Fuck you. If you're going to reject me the least you could do is tell me the truth, not some bullshit fairy tale."
Elena fidgeted with the napkin in her lap, "I knew you wouldn't believe me."
Preston sighed, what a disaster this night had become. What a complete and total fucking disaster.
A t the time, Preston thought Elena was full of shit. Later, he came to understand that she was telling the truth. Evokers and Travelers – or Soul Shifters as they were sometimes called – were mated pairs, destined from birth. They needed each other for their abilities to
His fingers trailed over her stomach before teasing the small patch of blond hair covering her most intimate place. There was time for all of it. He could touch her, taste her, have her any way he wanted and she loved every minute of it.
She was impatient though, not content to be teased for hours on end no matter how exquisite the torture was. The room was stifling hot and they were both slick with sweat, their bodies glistening in the afternoon sun.
She found his cock and gripped it firmly; Preston groaned, bucking his hips into her hand.
"Inside me," she whispered with a kiss, "Now."
How could he say no to that?
He couldn't.
She spread her legs and he slid home, both of them sighing as he did. Their connection had been electric and so fucking hot since day one. Preston couldn't imagine his life without her.
She writhed under him, moaning his name, panting wantonly, going crazy with his languid pace.
He wanted to make it last. He wanted it to last forever. He wanted her forever.
He stoked the flames of her desire higher and higher, until an uncontrollable fire blazed through her, shooting her over the moon.
Yes; that's what he wanted. He loved the look of satisfaction in her eyes. The way they morphed almost to a lime color after an orgasm, the way her cheeks flushed and she bit her bottom lip right before she called out his name.
That's what he needed for the rest of his life.
When it was over, they both scampered to the shower, eager to be free of the layer of sweat they'd accumulated, but just as eager for a continuation.
E lena. She was a goddess. Preston's hands balled into fists. No. She was a demon. A monster. A heartless bitch.
T hey were out to dinner for their six-month anniversary. Elena promised him a special treat when they got home. He told her he had something special for her, too. She just didn't know how special it was.
He got down on one knee, bared his heart and soul to her, asked her to be his wife.
"I'm sorry Preston, I can't. I never realized you were so serious... I thought we were just having fun," she said, remorse glimmering in her eyes.
"Wh-what? Why?" he stammered, the blow to his chest stealing his breath away.
A frown wrinkled her perfectly smooth forehead.
"You're not my soulmate," she said frankly.
Preston picked himself off of the floor feeling foolish. He thought they had something special... magical. Apparently, he was wrong.
"How can you say that? Don't you love me?" He felt like he could be sick. Humiliated, crushed, rejected. His worst fears coming true.
"Well... yes, of course I do, but that doesn't change anything."
Preston faltered, how could he argue with that? Who could say that love didn't change anything? What kind of person believed that?
"I don't understand."
Elena looked at her hands – perfectly manicured, smooth and soft from years of moisturizing and spa treatments – she couldn't look at Preston. She couldn't stand to see the hurt in his eyes.
"There's something you don't know about me. I'm not even sure you would believe me if I told you."
"Try me," Preston said, feeling forlorn, lost, adrift without a life preserver. He had to hear her explanation, but it wouldn't make him feel any better.
"I'm an Evoker. Part of an ancient lineage of people with supernatural abilities, charged with keeping the Darkness at bay."
Preston's face reddened with anger, "Fuck you. If you're going to reject me the least you could do is tell me the truth, not some bullshit fairy tale."
Elena fidgeted with the napkin in her lap, "I knew you wouldn't believe me."
Preston sighed, what a disaster this night had become. What a complete and total fucking disaster.
A t the time, Preston thought Elena was full of shit. Later, he came to understand that she was telling the truth. Evokers and Travelers – or Soul Shifters as they were sometimes called – were mated pairs, destined from birth. They needed each other for their abilities to
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