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him. They might be attractive, but they didn’t feel the same. No warmth, except borrowed warmth, no reality.
    He slid them off. She moaned, and he answered with a soothing sound in the back of his throat. Dare he? Could he?
    He dared. He spoke to her in the most intimate way he knew. Mind to mind. I feel as though I was made for this. I can’t explain properly, in any other way .
    Her reply humbled him. No words, just a warmth that suffused him, filled him with need and pleasure. She wasn’t psychic, but every mortal had some ability to communicate, whether they knew it or not. And she was trying to reply to him.
    No longer capable of waiting another moment, he touched the sweet thatch of hair between her thighs. She was hot, wet, and ready.
    No more touching, no more wanting. Fumbling the packet, he never knew how he managed to sheath himself; the fever was on him now. But he did and in the next minute, he slid between her thighs and came home.
    Entering her made him feel powerful and powerless, at the same time. She owned him, but he controlled her, because she allowed him to do so.
    She’d closed her eyes, but her arms went around him and her knees came up, widening her legs for his penetration. They gazed at each other, the contact as intimate, more intimate, than their joining.
    “You were made for me,” she whispered. She’d heard him then, his words in her mind.
    “I was made for you,” he whispered back and began to move. Inside, she quivered, her ultra-sensitive flesh accepting and returning sensation back to him.
    “Michael, what’s happening?”
    Ever alert to danger, he scanned her mind rapidly. No invasions, except his, and he didn’t go beyond the first level. “What do you mean?”
    He pulled back and drove in, penetrating deeply, and felt her hands cup his buttocks, urging him on.
    “Ah!” She closed her eyes and then opened them again, staring up into his, her attention centered on him. He felt it all, entering her mind shamelessly as he entered her body, pushed deep, waiting to sense her reaction to him.
    As though a map opened up in his mind, he saw himself sliding past the sweet spot inside her, just missing. She loved what he was doing, but he could do better.
    He did better. When he lifted himself up, he could see her delectable breasts and when he pushed, he felt his cock slide across the area where she was most sensitive. Nothing mattered now except stimulating that tiny spot, giving her all he pleasure he could, opening her up. Making her his.
    Her legs crept up over his hips and settled around his waist, her heels resting just at the place his buttocks swelled out. Her feet pushed on the lower part, and he lost it.
    No more calculation, no more working out how he could please her the most. Instinct took over. His mind opened fully, his hips pistoned in and out, pushing, caressing, forcing the response he needed.
    She came, pulsing, powerful wave upon wave rippling over his most sensitive flesh, drawing his very essence into her. If she’d been the most powerful Sorcerer in the world, the effect couldn’t have been stronger. He was hers, wholly and utterly hers, and he didn’t care what she did to him as long as she gave him this.
    His cries joined hers in an invocation of need, turning in an instant into fulfillment, as his body exploded into hers, giving her all she demanded, and he needed.
    He fell across her, spent, and knew no more.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Lisa had heard of the petit mort , passing out at the moment of orgasm, but she’d never experienced it before, and this time, it came as a total shock. Or it did when she awoke, hours later, to the beep of her cell phone alarm.
    He sprawled across her, her legs entwined with his, her body touching his in intimate contact. She had never enjoyed that, the way bodies stuck together after the act, but this seemed natural, right.
    For the past twelve months, Michael had been a work colleague, a friend, someone she liked