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could
possibly make her feel any better would be to feel his arms holding her tight.
    Imagining this, Sally didn’t register it as she slid into a
deep but restless sleep.
    * * * * *
    Sally’s body arched beneath his, her small breasts firm and
a delicious handful. Their bodies were both coated in sweat as they strove
closer and closer to the brink of mind-blowing pleasure. Kyle thrust his cock
inside her wet, tight heat as deeply as was physically possible. Her vise-like
pussy clenched down around him, squeezing him. It was as if she couldn’t bear
to let him move so much as an inch out of her grip. He thrust his hips forward,
eager as she to be joined together.
    Kyle looked deeply into Sally’s wide-blown, lust-ridden pale
blue eyes. Pain, pleasure and a deep satisfaction reflected in her gaze that he
knew would be mimicked in his own. He had waited forever for this moment, the
perfect time when he lay buried inside her to the hilt and they were joined as
intimately as was possible for a witch and a wizard.
    He didn’t need to be connected psychically to her to read
Sally’s thoughts, they could always read each other like a book and had been
able to since their first few missions together. Always this bond had been
between them. Sally’s Dark Years had proven to him, nothing and nobody could
possibly ever come between them.
    Yet still Kyle had burned for more from her. He cherished
their bond, their friendship and the unbelievable level of trust that resided
between them. Since she had come back to him shaken, shattered and broken like
a child’s toy, he had never again taken them or their partnership for granted.
As Sally rebuilt herself, proved herself over and over just how powerful,
strong and courageous she was, he had been scorched with the desire to move
their friendship to the next level.
    He ached for her. He lusted for her. He loved her with every
fiber of his being. Yet never would he push her or force her to do anything she
felt she couldn’t do. She had been through enough already, even though they
were both barely into their mid-thirties.
    Kyle would not be the one to press her.
    Yet as he thrust his cock in and out of her strong, lithe
body, as his hands cupped her delicate breasts and his fingers toyed with her
erect nipples, he felt bathed in a golden glow, as if he had sought and finally
discovered heaven.
    This was perfection.
    “I need you, Kyle,” Sally moaned, her eyes burning with the
intense fire he saw within her so frequently. Kyle goraned and thrust harder
and faster inside her.
    “I love you, Sally,” he replied, sweat dripping down his
back. “I love you with everything within me. I have wanted this forever.”
    “I need you,” she panted, but something in her tone caught
his attention. Desire still dripped from her tone, but a sharper, different
tone had entered her words. Kyle searched her eyes and saw the pain that
resided in her gaze all too frequently.
    “What is it?” he asked, instantly alert to their
surroundings and searching for whatever it was he’d missed.
    “I need you,” Sally cried, all desire now lost from her
tone. Only pain, desperation and a soul-wrenching need remained. “I’m losing
myself again, Kyle. I can’t find my way back,” she called out, agonized.
    “No!” Kyle shouted. Even though she lay beneath him, Sally
appeared far out of reach. Kyle ran, struggled to grasp her outstretched arm
and pull her from the demons that incessantly tortured her. Like a wisp of
smoke or a beautiful, shining moonbeam, Sally remained out of his reach.
    “Sal!” he cried, desperate to reach her but unable to touch
what he craved and desired the most.
    Kyle jerked upright, reached a hand out across the empty
expanse of his mattress. The sheets were tangled around his feet, his body
covered in sweat as he panted hard. His cock was thick and fully erect. The
head leaked pre-cum against the silky material of his boxer briefs.
    Dropping back onto his mattress Kyle