The Veil Season 2
PREVIEW
Episode I: Still Here
The brush of her warm skin set him on fire, cold skin and empty soul, the way it did every time they came together. The soft press of her breasts crushed against the hard wall of his chest, the handfuls of hot, living flesh in his hands as he claimed her generous rear. The power of her thighs trapping him between -- a sweet prison, with the finest torture devised by woman only a moment away.
Devon Harrigan never really believed in any of the various available gods, but the sensations of Helene above him, all around him, sharing her body, her heated blood, living breath and heartbeat made him think there had to be some great power overseeing the universe. And right now, that power was a damn good friend to one long-lonesome vampire.
They came together in perfect unison, twin sighs of completion marking the melding of their bodies. Relief flooded them even before sweet release, as though their bodies were two halves of a single being and only reunion could end the pain of being divided.
The pain of separation...
She made love to him, riding him long and easy like a slow motion tidal wave, and the sensation of perfect ecstasy gradually brought back to his passion-clouded mind something he had been trying desperately not to remember.
"Have you forgotten me, my sweet love?" she whispered, folding at the waist and curtaining them both with the endless strawberry silk of her hair. Graced him with another touch of full, luscious, kiss-bruised lips to his super-heated skin.
He nicked the juicy lower lip with a fang, a sweet accident, and suckled the blood away with a sigh of thanks and apology for the small hurt it caused her. Magick washed over them like an electric breeze as her essence washed through his bloodstream, and his passion surged with the small cry of pleasure she gave.
"Never," he gasped, already so high and only rising higher with that tiny taste. He never needed drugs or alcohol to fly like this -- all he needed was Helene.
The rush hit him -- the magick of her charmed blood, distilled essence of The Veil itself, the world, the universe, and everything. He used the energy to flip them both over so that he was was poised above her. He drove deep, claiming her, telling her with every tiny movement how much this moment meant to him. How much she had changed him and everything about his endless life.
How could he ever forget her? He cried out her name as the bliss washed him away, and...
He crashed alone to the cold hardwood of his bedroom floor. For a long time, he just lay there, listening to his bruises heal, and let himself remain lost in the usual haze of confusion left behind by the vivid recurring dream of his lost love.
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