But as he turned and looked at her, he stopped all movement, a beautiful Greek statue in the moonlight.

His gaze drifted slowly down her body then back up. She had intended to order him onto the bed, but the look on his face, of utter reverence, stopped her, at least for the moment. He drew her into his arms. Feeling the length of his body pressed against hers as he kissed her deeply, as he held her in a tight embrace, warmed something deep in her heart, something that had been cold and vacant for a long time.

This was love, being held and savored, cherished.

Her heart expanded, all that warmth flooding her, filling her, easing her.

His hands stroked her wing-locks and she returned the favor. Her fingers grew wet as she went from one to the other, teasing and rubbing until he was firm against her body. She parted her legs so he could slide all that wonderful girth between her thighs.

“So, what did you have in mind?” he asked.

Vela tried to remember, but now he had both hands on her ass and was pushing harder between her legs, arching his hips.

She drifted her hands over his shoulder and down his pecs, then her earlier idea came back to her. “Wait,” she said. “I remember now.” She stepped away from him, took his hand and led him back to the bed. “In the center, on your back, please.” He crawled and flopped, grabbing her arm and tugging in such a way that she fell on his chest.

She came up laughing.

If the specter of the breh-hedden rose in her head to worry her, she repressed the thought. Right now, she had only one job, to enjoy her man.

She slid off of him and positioned herself on her knees beside him. “You have the most beautiful body,” she said, letting her hands express all that she felt.

She fondled the hard muscles of his biceps, up to stroke his shoulders, then down to his pecs. She leaned over and swirled her tongue over his nipple, flicking fast. Without giving him warning, she released her fangs, struck, and at the same time, released the potion. His body jerked but she held him down.

He grunted. “Oh, shit, that feels good.” She sucked him, just as he had sucked her. Using her other hand, she explored his abs, playing with his body, teasing his navel and slowly going south.

But she didn’t have to go far until the crown of his cock was in her hand, his sturdy thickness causing her to throb deep between her legs.

She shifted jobs and swung her body in the direction of his groin, sucked the head of his cock several times then switched back to his nipple.

His legs moved restlessly. She held his cock at the base and worked him just a little, teasing him, as she continued to suck his nipple. Every once in a while, she dipped her hand just a little lower and rolled his balls with her fingers.

He breathed hard and his head rolled on the sheet back and forth.

“Oh, God, the fire is moving down my chest.” She could easily take him the distance, just like this, finishing him off with her mouth or even riding him.

But as she debated which to do, Samuel changed things up. He rose suddenly, which popped her mouth off his nipple. He slid his arm around her waist, turning her at the same time to flip her on her back so that he had her beneath him.

“I need your blood.” His eyes glinted in the moonlight. “I need it now.” She gave a cry, because she knew what this would mean, the pleasure that his fangs would give her again. There was nothing like donating blood. Or taking it.

Without preamble, she spread her legs and he entered her, gliding easily into her wetness. She took him in, surrounding his back with her arms and wrapping her legs around his thighs. Best sensation in the world.

He groaned heavily as she leaned up to sweep her hair away from her neck. He dipped down and licked her vein until it rose, which didn’t take long.

Vela. That’s all he sent, then his fangs struck.

She shouted into the room. The pleasure was so intense, like a wave of touching all down her chest that kept flowing and repeating as he removed his fangs then sucked down her blood.

Her body clenched hard.

Vela, I’m so close. The fire of your potion is almost to my cock, and I want this to be it. Can you be ready?

Yes. Give me your wrist. Completing t h e breh-hedden required a mutual exchange of blood, full on intercourse, then deep-mind engagement and she was so ready. All her nerves had eased up; Samuel had taken care of that.

He held his wrist over her mouth.

She licked and felt the veins rise. She struck quickly then formed a seal over the wound and began to drag his Samuel- flavored blood into her mouth.

All the sensations combined to send her into an altered state: the feel of his cock plunging steadily into her, his mouth sucking at her neck, drinking her blood, his powerful body moving over hers as she drank his blood down her throat.

Pleasure poured through her brain like a drug. She might have been moaning; she couldn’t tell.

Your blood has hit my stomach. Oh, God, Vela, the power that’s flowing. My grayle wants out and I’m going to take us into the air.

She felt the levitation of both their joined bodies, surprised that the bed wasn’t a necessary counter-friction as he continued to drive into her.

Power.

Samuel’s Grayle power, as his body shed all that smoky mist, swirling around her, thickening his bitter chocolate scent.

She felt drunk on so many sensations.

I’m going to enter your mind now, he sent.

Do it.

He pushed and her shields fell, or maybe they were already lying flat, just waiting for him to come to her.

Samuel had never been here before, suspended in the air, thrusting into a woman, sucking down her blood and with a potion in his groin readying him to fire off like a rocket. His grayle power had come online, giving force to his muscles as he pumped into Vela. He felt one with her and for the first time was truly at ease with his power.

But being inside Vela’s mind shifted everything into a new gear that revved up his heart at the same time.

This was the full expression of love.

He was with the woman he loved, who had come to mean the sun, moon, and stars to him, who had taken him out of his darkness and brought him into the light.

Her mind was beautiful, full of goodness and worth, of kindness toward her friends and full acceptance of his warrior state. He felt whole and complete, well-loved, his body saturated with pleasure so that with each thrust he came closer to a serious explosion.

His balls were tight and ready, his cock hard and she tugged on him with every rock of her hips.

Now flow into my mind, he sent.

Let’s take this thing all the way.

Yes. Her mind crossed back into his and at that moment, the breh-hedden struck like a gale force wind, pounding down on him and her, because her mind was within his and he could see all that she was experiencing. Her pleasure became his and his became hers.

The fire of her potion struck at the same time.

He drew back from her neck. His body arched. His orgasm burst through him and pleasure flowed like nothing he’d known before. He shouted into the air and at the same time felt her own ecstasy streaking through her, exploding deep inside her well.

Her pleasure. His. Back and forth.

“Oh, God,” he shouted, because a second eruption took place and this time he writhed on her body. Somewhere he knew she was screaming as well, and pushing back against him.

Damn, Samuel. How you please me.

Damn.

Yes. Oh, God, Vela. But his mind could say no more than those few words.

His body felt on fire, into every muscle, tissue, and bone.

He continued to thrust and she kept pushing back at him, riding the immense wave of the breh-hedden. A third orgasm rushed out of him and once more he shouted and again she screamed as ecstasy flowed and pummeled and drove his sensations through her mind and hers through his, a complete and utter sharing.

When the last wave passed, and he settled his body against hers, as he took the levitation back down to the mattress, Samuel relaxed against her body. But he could feel what his cock felt like for Vela, within her well, what his hands felt like against her breast, his lips against her skin. All was a dual sensation, unending.

“My, God, Samuel. I could feel you come and it made my own orgasm so intense.

Oh, the pleasure you experienced.” She stroked his head and kissed his neck.

He could do little more than lie there, taking it all in, relaxing maybe for the first time in his life. She was still in his mind, an extraordinary and peaceful presence, an easing of a hundred years of harsh, male living.

He sighed deeply.

“You’re at ease.”

“I am.” Incredible.

“I can feel what it’s like for you to have your cock deep inside me. It’s so male. A penetration, a conquering, and yet so much more.” He chuckled. “Yes, it feels like that, like I’ve done what a man is supposed to do.” She kissed his neck again. “I hope we get to do this a lot. Do you know that because of the breh-hedden, I can feel what my lips feel like against your skin?”

“Yes, I can tell that the stubble right there, at my jaw-line, prickles your lips.”

“Uh-huh.” She kept kissing him, small teasing bits of pressure against his cheeks and nose and finally his lips.

He kissed her for a long time, exchanging a dozen thoughts on what the breh-hedden felt like for each of them.

“More than anything,” she said, drawing back and smoothing her hand over his cheek then pushing her fingers into his hair, “I feel connected to you, very deeply. And I know you, how you think. I even saw some of what happened to you in Honduras, but the memories felt distant, even removed as though they existed in a former life.” He met her beautiful blue gaze. “It was a former life. You’ve come to me now, bringing this tremendous gift that joins us.” She chuckled and kissed him.

“You’re wrong. You brought this gift to me. I’d set up a reclusive life for myself and you made me look at that, at my deepest truths. Maybe the breh-hedden brought us together, Samuel, but you showed me things that I’d never wanted to look at before. No, you brought this gift to me.”

“I feel the same way about you.” With that, he kissed her and because he caught her floral scent, still an enigma, and because he could feel the pleasure his cock gave her, he began to move once more inside her, rocking his hips in a rhythm as old as time.