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characters related to the novel series.

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Innocent Souls

Chapter Eight: Gifts Of
The Heart

By: Elf

�Well, what do you want, Bronach? And don�t play games,
it wouldn�t be fair to us.�

Lord and Lady,
he�s utterly gorgeous, isn�t he? Not
even the Lady herself could craft a better male. Bronach�s eyes met D�s dark ones and she
swallowed. Her blood was racing and her
heart was pounding. She knew D was aware
of this physical change, but he simply looked at her as his thumb still traced
maddening circles around her wrist.

She studied him,
her breath catching in awe as she did.
His glossy raven hair was still damp from the shower, curling around his
shoulders and cascading down the broad expanse of his white shoulders. She licked her lips as she took note of the
sleek, powerfully sculpted muscles of his form and where a line of fine, dark
hairs started at his navel and traveled under the towel wrapped around his
waist.

She reached up
her free hand and lightly brushed it over his upper arm. His skin was like fine marble, as flawless as
any Faerie she�d seen at court, perhaps even more
so. Each inch of him was perfection; he
was some ancient death god coming to court a Faerie maiden.

She looked at his
face. His sinfully long lashes brushed
his cheeks as he blinked slowly. She
rather liked the perfect, sharp, lean line of his jaw and his cheek bones were
high and sharp. Yet his mouth was wide
and graceful with a bit of a sultry sulk to it.
His wavy black hair cascading down the ivory perfection of his face was
the needed touch to all of this male beauty.

Well, what do
you want, Bronach?

She lifted her
eyes to meet his. Her cheeks flushed as
she licked her lips. She turned to face
him better and he studied her.

He had asked her
what she wanted. None of the seducing
Faeries in either court had granted her that courtesy. They wanted and promised pleasure beyond her
wildest dreams if she yielded. Besides,
she had felt nothing for them. They saw
her as a prize to be won, while D suffered the Blood Bring Bind Curse to bring
her a few scant crystals to help save children he never met before.

She could let go
around him. She didn�t have to be the Morrigan�s Grace here and he didn�t have to be the great
Vampire Hunter D here either. They were
just D and Bronach, two ancient, lonely beings who
had seen and done too much without compensation. She was afraid of letting someone in, and he
was afraid of hurting others.

Yet he couldn�t
hurt her, at least not in a way that she wouldn�t enjoy. And D wouldn�t use her, not like the denizens
of the Courts. She had a feeling he�d
treat what she was offering as a sacred gift, and that was why he was warning
her.

She answered his
question by leaning forward and framing his angular face in her hands. She smiled at him before closing her
eyes. Then she tilted her lips towards
his.

Their lips softly
met and she smiled inwardly. They kissed
softly with mere brushes of lips as D�s free hand grasped her braid. She felt him untie the ribbon holding the
ends together and pull it from her hair.
His tongue flickered against her mouth seeking entrance as his hand
moved to the top of her head where the braid started.

She parted her
lips for him and her tongue brushed out to meet his. The kiss deepened, became more intenser and hungrier. He let go of her wrist to wrap that arm
around her waist and pull her closer.
His other hand gently brushed through the unwoven hair.

Bronach moved one of her hands from his face so
she could wrap her arm around his neck.
She gasped against his lips as he massaged her hair free and entangled
his long fingers into it. D ended the
kiss and she looked up at him breathlessly.

His fingers still
played in her hair as he studied her. He
asked, �Is this what you want? We can
stop now, before its too late.�

There was an
ominous note of warning in his voice.
She licked her kiss swollen lips as she caught her breath. His dark eyes were glowing slightly, a faint
blue like fine sapphires. This close she
could tell his eyes were blue. A blue so
dark they were the color of the midnight sky.
It was as if D was made of ivory, jet, and sapphires.

�If you stop now,
I�ll run you through with your own sword,� Bronach
replied breathlessly.

Then D
frowned. His hand was still playing with
her hair, almost a compulsion. She
stroked his cheek and softly asked, �What is it?�

�Ciaran stole my sword,� he answered softly, �Again.�

Bronach rose up to kiss his forehead and D pulled
her close. He rested his head on top of
hers. He was warm as his arms wrapped
around her tightly. He turned so he
could kiss the crown of her head and she smiled. She could hear the steady beat of his heart
under his ears. She took a deep breath.
She smelled lilies and raindrops. And he
was warm, so very warm and strong.

She looked up at
D�s face and said, �Ciaran is a right bastard and I
want to punish him soundly.�

That actually
earned her something of a light laugh.
She beamed up at him and he looked down at her. One hand still stroking her hair, the other
reached out and tapped her nose almost playfully. She giggled and wrinkled her nose at him.

�I almost feel
sorry for him,� D replied softly as he lowered his head down to hers again.

She grinned and
said, �Well, that�s right. Because I�m a dangerous wicked Faerie with a shrill temper and an
even shriller voice.�

D lightly kissed
her and she moved to intensify the kiss.
Her hands became restless, moving from his face to touch the satiny smoothness
of D�s skin. Her tongue flicked against
a fang and D growled against her lips.
She ran her hands up and down the powerful lines of his back and
continued to kiss him as if she could devour him whole.

�You�re
impatient,� D all but growled at her.

She smiled
winsomely at him and replied, �Well, you shouldn�t look so bloody tempting with
your towel and your hair . . .�

Their lips met
again. Save this time D ran kisses from
her mouth down her chin, cheek, jaw line to nuzzle at
her throat. She gasped as he placed
feather light kisses on the pulsating artery he found there. He finally let go of her hair to move to the
buttons of her shirt.

As he ran kisses
down her throat to her collar bone, he began to unbutton the silk shirt she was
wearing. With each inch of skin exposed,
D skimmed his fingers over it. Her
breath caught with each button until he pulled the shirt out of the black jeans
she was wearing. D carefully moved his
hands up to her shoulders and grasped the shirt. He slowly slid it down her arms and she
wiggled to move him along.

She was bare to
his gaze. Her small breasts rose and
fell with each breath. She gripped the
sheets and bit her lip. He smiled at
her, a real smile that was so beautiful her breath caught in her throat. He reached out and lifted the crow pendent
that she always wore.

�You serve your
Lady well,� D said as he lightly tapped the iolite within the crow�s beak.

Bronach gripped his hand and gave him an earnest
look. She whispered, �You can take it
off.�

�Are you sure?�
he asked softly as he lowered the stone back onto her chest.

She nodded and
squeezed his hand again. He kissed her
forehead as he lifted the chain and undid the clasp. He collected the pendent and chain in his
palm and noiselessly laid it down on the dresser beside the bed.

Then he turned
his head back to her. He reached out and
ran his fingers through her hair. She
lifted her hands and returned the gesture.

She gasped as she
ran her fingers through the long, wet hair that felt like raw silk between her
fingertips. Then to have that hair foam
and wave along that ivory skin in such a contrast was almost too much for her
to bare. �Lord
and Lady, you�re beautiful,� she murmured softly as she gazed at him in awe.

******

D was thinking the
same thing about Bronach. He reached out and fingered a lock of her
golden hair. He ran his hand down it and
let it go. She was still gazing at him,
her indigo eyes flickering from his face to trail down his chest and to where
the line of dark hair ran from his navel to disappear under his towel. Her cheeks flushed as her gaze focused there.

He bent forward
and whispered, �Drop your glamour.�

Indigo eyes
blinked up at him as she breathlessly asked, �What?�

He ran his
fingers through the silken fall of her hair.
He bent forward and brushed his lips against her ear. She shivered against him and her grip
tightened in his hair.

�Drop your glamour,�
he whispered in her ear.

He watched as her
ear lengthened and tapered at the end.
Her skin grew paler and regained its shimmering luminescence. He traced the tip of her ear with his
lips. She trembled and gasped. When his tongue lightly flickered against her
ear she moaned and leaned against him.

�Faerie ears are
very sensitive,� she explained in a shivering voice.

D began to gently
kiss the point of her ear, tracing his lips down to suck at her lobe. Her lavender scent, the feel of her warm body
pressed against him, her tremors at his touch, and her tiny gasps were flooding
his senses. He tugged lightly on the
point of her ear with his teeth, careful not to catch them with his fangs.

She cried out and
arched towards him at that. D moved his
right hand down her body to lightly cup her left breast. The small orb fit easily in his palm as he
simply held her. He moved so he could
tease Bronach�s other ear.

Her body trembled
at the first pass of his lips against the point of her ear. She leaned towards him with a tiny gasp when
he lightly nipped at the point. �Oh,
Lord and Lady,� she whispered as her hands grasped his shoulders.

D grinned ever so
slightly as he trailed his lips from her ear down the glowing column of her
throat. He froze at the sight of veins
like sapphires and turquoise pulsing beneath her skin. He felt her pulse thundering under his
lips. He could almost taste her and his
mouth began to open on its own accord.
His tongue flickered out to the vulnerable area and again Bronach gasped.

�Do it,� she
whispered, pleading with a thick voice.

D dropped his
face from her throat to press into her shoulder. He held her tightly. He was breathing heavily, the scent of maiden
blood, lavender, and magic overwhelming him.
Bronach�s slim hands were in his hair, lightly
stroking the back of his head and the nape of his neck.

She placed her
hands on each side of his face. He
blinked as she lifted his face to hers.
She bent forward and kissed his nose.
�You know, it should be me that�s nervous,� she quipped in an unsteady
voice, �Not you. You asked me what I
wanted, D. And I want you. Fangs, annoying silence, grim outlook, sad
eyes, and all.�

D studied her for
the first time since she dropped her glamor. Her hair was spilling around her in a golden
curtain of silk. Her violet ringed eyes
were dark and smokey with lust and her pouting lips
were even more swollen and red from his kisses.
He looked own her glowing skin to the gentle swell of her breasts down
the toned lines of her stomach and back up again.

He moved his
right hand back up to her body to cradle the small orb of her left breast
again. Bronach
gasped and bit her lip as his thumb moved in a slow circle around the plump,
pink nipple. He kissed her again as he
felt her nipple harden to a taunt point against his thumb. He moved his hand to the right and repeated
the motions until both pink points were hard and swollen.

Bronach was breathing heavy and her eyes were
fluttering as D ended the kiss. He
nuzzled his nose against hers and she giggled, a light and girlish sound,
innocent like a tinkering of a bell. He
watched as he began to kiss down her throat, lips brushing against her
shoulders, until he reached her left breast.

He could feel her
heart beat. Her skin was like satin and silk and tasted like lavender tea. He licked around her nipple with the broad of
his tongue. She hissed and her fingers
entangled in his hair, tugging slightly as she pushed her closer to her breast.

Her skin was hot
beneath his mouth and he smiled inwardly at this.

As D�s mouth
wrapped around her nipple, Bronach cried out and
arched against him. D pushed her still
with his left hand. His right hand went
up to lightly pull and rub against the other.
The musky scent of arousal filled the air.

He was going to
taste her. He wanted to hear her scream
again and again this night. If he was to
be her first, he was going to make her remember every moment of this. He was going to take everything she offered
and give her more in return.

This night was
going to last. She accepted him. There was no fear, no thoughts of what
if. She knew exactly what she was and
didn�t care in the least. She trusted
him and infuriated him.

He nipped lightly
against her breast and she cried out. He
growled against her and moved to her other breast, switching places with his
hand. She writhed against him, her legs
already parting so he could settle between them.

She was
breathless and trembling beneath him.
Her skin was flushed and rosy. He
lifted his head and looked at her. Her
dark eyes opened as she gave a dazed, lust filled look.

�Sit up,� he told
her as he slid from the bed.

Bronach did and reached for his towel. One quick jerk from her hand and it fell from
his waist. Her violet ringed indigo eyes
widened as she looked at him.

The burning, yet
curious look she gave him set him on fire.
He was throbbing and hard for her as she looked at him. One white hand reached out and carefully
wrapped around him.

D growled as
those warm fingers ran over his thick hardness.
He tilted his head back and bit his lip as pleasure shot through him,
searing him where Bronach�s hand lightly touched
him. She innocently explored him, moving
her long fingered hand up and down with the gentlest of grips. It was sweet torture.

�Wow,� she
whispered in a soft voice as she looked at him.
He saw the trepidation in her eyes along with the wonder. He knew what questions where racing through
her mind as she continued to stroke him.

The pleasure was
wondrous, but not what he needed. She
was sweet and maddening, and he was glad for once that he wasn�t entirely human. He feared a mortal man would have already
lost himself as Bronach continued to stroke him with
her hand. To him, however, it was a lead
up, lighting something darker within, a hunger
awakening deep with in him.

D grabbed Bronach�s wrist and pulled her hand from him. She blinked up at him and he settled on his
knees on the floor. With her sitting on
the bed she was a bit taller than him, causing her to look down at him.

�Did you not like
that?� Bronach asked with a frown, �I�ve seen the
orgies and . . . just because I�m untouched doesn�t mean I don�t know what I�m
doing.�

He smiled at her
and reached up to stroke her hair. She
gave him a hurt look. He rose up enough
to give her a light kiss. When they
separated, her eyes met his.

He stroked her cheek
and dropped back into a kneeling position.
He moved his hands to her waist then to the button of her leather
pants. He unbuttoned them and unzipped
them before sitting down lotus style. He
took her left leg and unlaced the knee high boots. Then he slid it off her foot and let it fall
to the floor. The right boot soon
followed.

Then he proceeded
to pull Bronach�s pants from her long legs. They slid soundlessly to the floor, leaving
her in black socks and black satin panties.
He breathed deeply. The musky
sweet scent of arousal was intoxicating.

He looked up to
find Bronach�s cheeks were now bright crimson as she
watched him. He took her left foot and
slid the sock off of her. He rubbed his
thumb over the arch of her foot, admiring the slim length of it, as well as the
elegant lines of her toes and muscles.
She sighed as her body relaxed while he rubbed her foot.

He kissed her
foot and she giggled. He tickled the
bottom of her foot with the tips of his fingers and she laughed and squirmed. �D, please,� she laughed as she tried to get
away from him.

�You are
beautiful,� he told her as he slid the other sock off of her foot and began to
massage it.

Bronach�s face softened as she looked down at him
with wide eyes. He reached up and
lightly caressed her cheek. She leaned
against his hand, rubbing her face against it.
�Nae, you are the beautiful one,� she
said softly.

Her hands ran
through his hair, �So dark. So fine . .
. Like obsidian, alabaster, and
sapphire.�

D kissed her
inner thigh and she shivered. Her
muscles tensed as he ran his hands up his thighs to slide into the waist band
of her panties. He ran his thumb over
the mound, noting that the fabric was wet.
Her hips jerked up to meet his hand.

�Relax,� D told
her as he slid the sodden underwear from her till it fell onto the floor with
the rest of the clothing.

Bronach replied in a breathless voice, �It�s hard
to when you do that.�

He looked up at
her now that she was as bare as he. He
stroked her right calf and admired her long legs. She was toned, like a cat or a dancer. And she had beautiful legs.

His eyes drifted
up to the close cropped dark gold curls that covered her core. She smelled so incredibly sweet and intoxicating. The thought of tasting her wetness and her
blood together sent a spike of lust so powerful through D that his fangs
throbbed in time with his body.

D ran his fingers
over the line that bisected the mound of curls.
She shivered again and her legs moved together. D reached up with his left hand and pressed
on her stomach. She blinked down at him.

�Lay back,� he
told her.

She replied, �I
want to watch you.�

He pushed her
back on the bed with his left hand while his right index finger stroked up that
slit until it parted the soft, drenched curls.
She is so wet, D thought as his finger was bathed in liquid
heat. His middle finger joined the first
while he used his thumb to pry the curls apart to reveal the dripping, slick
folds within.

Bronach wiggled.
D traced his index finger around the tiny nubbin placed at the apex of
the sweet hollow of her body. She cried
out and bucked against him as he gingerly slid his slick finger over the tiny
bead there. Soon the nub swelled and
became engorged under his fingers. He
used the heel of his hand to rub her whole and she yelped, arching awkwardly
from where her legs were dangling off the bed.

�More, more,� she
begged, her head thrashing on the bed above him.

D smiled at her
flushed, writing body above him as he continued to stroke and tease her. She moved trying to reach something that D
was more than willing to give her. He
brought his left hand up to help hold her open to him.

He knew that his
parasite was laying dormant right now. It was an unspoken agreement that they
had. True, while he teased and taunted D
about sex most of the time, the rare times that D took a lover he retreated for
that time. However, D was careful just
to touch her with the fingers of his left hand, not his palm. For he had a feeling that
his parasite couldn�t help himself from tasting Bronach.

D was having a
hard time pacing himself as he moved his thumb over the hypersensitive bead and
slid his index and middle fingers down to slide inside of her. Or rather, his index finger first.

Bronach cried out at the invasion. She was so tight around him that he had to
carefully work his finger inside of her.
He gently moved his finger enough to get her inner muscles to relax. His middle finger joined the first. He moved his fingers in until they were in at
the second knuckle before twisting his hand and curving up in a come hither
motion.

D rubbed the
spongy tissue he found there. Bronach screamed and writhed against him. �Oh, D, oh, Lord and Lady . . . It . . . oh .
. .� she cried as her fingers dug into the sheets.

Her body began to
tense. He felt her legs trembling on
either side of him. He moved his fingers
inside of her until he felt the barrier of resistance there. His thumb moved in faster circles against
her.

She arched up,
taught as a bow string. She screamed and
the room shook. Her muscles began to
tense rhythmically around his fingers as she writhed against him. He pushed his fingers forward, tensing
himself.

They hit
resistance. He kept stroking her with
his thumb. She was gasping and making tiny
crying sounds after the initial peak.

He pushed harder.

The resistance
broke. The smell of blood was
overwhelming. It felt more liquid than
the wetness already smearing his fingers.
And he was going to taste it properly, not wanting to waste a drop of
the precious gift.

******

It had been
wonderful. More than
wonderful. Bronach�s
whole body shook with the force of what she knew to be her first orgasm.

Her body still
hypersensitive, D still continued to tease her with those brilliant fingers of
his until she thought she was going to shatter again. His fingers were still stretching her,
getting ready. Then she felt them brush
something inside of her that was uncomfortable before pressing into her
maidenhead.

She winched and
hissed at the burning, painful, pulling apart tearing feeling. She wanted to close her legs at the invasion,
something, anything.
She turned her head and whimpered.

She heard D
whisper, �I�m sorry.�

His fingers
withdrew. She relaxed, yet she was still
sore. Maybe this was a bad idea after
all, she thought distantly.
Everything had been exceptional and phenomenal, until he did that
with his fingers.

She was expecting
pain. She knew it was going to
hurt. Then she had wrapped her hands
around his thick length and wondered how on earth was he
going to fit inside of her. Far more
endowed than most of the Faeries she�d seen, she knew that this was going to be
painful.

Then his head
replaced where his hand was.

She blinked as
she felt something warm, thick, and wet lick her swollen flesh. She quivered when he slid his tongue inside
of her. She cried out and her hands
moved to his head, entangling in his black hair once again.

He licked at her hungrily, lapping at her like a cat would a bowl of
cream. She moaned as the ache dulled, in
fact, it made her want more. He growled
in annoyance as she realized what he had been doing.

He was licking
the blood from my hymen, she
thought wildly.

Still, he didn�t
stop there.

He drew the blunt
of his tongue from bottom to the top.
His tongue flickered over that hypersensitive nub there. Her body jerked uncontrollably in response as
she burned. Yet it was a good
burning. Warm and pooling in her stomach
and lower and then radiating out from that place his tongue kept flickering
against.

She screamed as
D�s mouth wrapped around it. He began to
suck lightly, flickering his tongue against it every
other suck. She was writhing and
mindless now, so tense and burning she could barely stand it.

Incoherent pants
and cries left her lips as she endured the insane pleasure and pressure of it
all. She was writhing higher and higher
with it and she couldn�t stand it. �D,
please!� she begged as her toes curled against the bed and she shifted to try
to ease the carnassial ache.

It built and
built until it suddenly exploded. Bronach screamed and the room shook. The window cracked in the room as did the
mirror from the force of the banshee�s cry.
Her body tensed and pulsed and thundered, squeezing out the eruption.

Yet D did not
stop.

Within moments Bronach climaxed again.
She was whimpering and trembling in the aftermath. Still, she was glowing and felt power unlike
that she normally wielded.

D gave her one
last sweet kiss to her still quivering flesh.
He rose up. Bronach,
still trembling, fought to sit up. She
swallowed at the sight of her death god before her, all pale like marble, a
living statue almost. Save no statue
could be as perfect.

Then there was
that thick, hard length of his jutting at her.
He sat gracefully on the bed and gathered her into his arms. She felt that length jerk against his thigh,
but he said nothing. D�s eyes were
glowing slightly crimson as he watched her.

He bent forward
and kissed her. She grasped onto him as
if he was the last lifeline in her world.
She tasted herself, musky and light, on his lips as well as the coppery
tang of her blood.

Her hand wrapped
around his length again. He was so hard,
yet the skin felt like soft silk beneath her fingers. She ran her hand down the swollen flesh and
he growled deep in his throat. She ran
her fingers up to the thick head and felt a bit of slickness there.

Bronach expected him to push her back on the bed
and take her until they were both dizzy and sated, and in her case, sore.
Instead, he gently lifted her into his lap.
Her eyes widened as she smiled at him.

�Take control and
find what you like,� D whispered hoarsely into her ear before nipping at it to
make her shudder.

Bronach kissed him. She hugged him tightly and he kissed her
shoulders. �Thank you,� she whispered as
she looked into his eyes.

He smiled, a hypnotic smile that lit up his whole face and made
her breath catch. He reached his right
hand down to her soaked center and rubbed it lightly. She moaned and twitched against him as he did
so. �No, thank you,� he replied as she
began to straddle his hips.

She gasped as the
head of him nudged against her, seeking completion. He was thick and wide and she was still very untried. Bronach grasped his shoulders and tried to thrust
down.

The stretching
invasion burned and she yelped. D kissed
her forehead and asked, �Do you want me to help?�

�Please,� she
begged softly, realizing that tears were welling up in her eyes.

D smiled and
kissed her, slowly and passionately. Bronach returned the kiss with every fiber of her
being. She wanted him. Wanted him forever and . . . No . . . No .
. . I . . . Bronach cut that thought off short as
he gently lifted her from him.

His fingers
gently separated her folds and stroked the hollow there. One finger slid inside of her, then the
second. She bit his lip as he continued
to slowly kiss her. His tongue darted
into her mouth almost languidly as his fingers wiggled back and forth inside of
her. She relaxed enough for him to slide
a third finger in. His thumb began to
rub that bundle of nerves again and she was lost.

D withdrew his
fingers, yet his thumb kept rubbing maddening circles against her. Bronach mewled in
protest at the sudden emptiness. She
wanted more, she realized slowly. She
felt empty, hollow and aching after that taste of thickness. She rubbed against him, dripping her juices
on him, slicking his hardness in preparation.

�That�s it Bronach, take what you want,� D whispered in a hoarse
voice.

She opened dazed
eyes to him, and dimly realized how uncomfortable it probably was to have that
so erect and swollen and to have her only tease him. �I�m sorry,� she whimpered as she began to
lower herself on him again.

�Hush, you�re
doing fine,� D replied, his voice a growl as his length slid into her.

She winched at
the tip of him invading her. She took a
deep breath and pulled herself down more.
Her eyes flew open as she gripped his shoulders. D growled as he thrust up inside of her,
filling and stretching her past capacity.

Bronach cried out, �Lord and Lady!�

D�s right hand
tangled in her hair. She arched back as
she felt his thickness inside of her.
They were joined, complete, and she could feel him everywhere inside of
her. Her heart was pounding, her body
was trembling, and she was gasping hard gasps for air. She bit her lip and puled
as he kissed her lips, then her cheek, and then her throat.

She rocked gently
to get more contact to help fuel the slow burning within her. She sighed as D licked the thundering pulse
at her throat. He kissed it once before
she felt the tiny scrape of fangs against it.

Then his fangs
sank into her, penetrating her just as surely as his member did.

She cried out as
everything exploded in sensation.

Her vision
blurred as her body caught on fire. She
trembled and ached and rocked against him harder as he drank. She bit his shoulder in return with blunt
teeth as she pulsated around him inside of her.

She screamed as
she shattered again for the countless time that night. She held him tightly with both her arms and
her body. She trembled and shuddered
around him. Her body gripped him and
tried to beckon him into that sheer ecstasy with her.

When D withdrew
his fangs she fell back. His hand sifted
through her hair. She was arched back
and they were still joined. D was still
hard and hot within her. She looked up
with misty eyes to see a predatory look of satisfaction as he watched blood
dribble from the bite on her neck to her white breasts.

He lifted her
hips so he could lick the blood from her neck off to where it pooled on her
breasts. She was quivering now, panting
for air. �You . . . you . . .� she
mumbled as she squeezed him from within.

D lifted those
now crimson eyes to her and thrust into her.
She moaned as he hit that one place he had found inside of her with her
fingers. She yelped again as she
gasped. Her vision turned white around
the edges at the sheer pleasure of it.

He growled at her
before kissing her passionately. He
lifted her, still impaled on him, and eased her onto the bed. Then he took her legs and angled her so that
they were hooked around his shoulders.

Bronach gasped as he could thrust deeper inside
of her, setting her strung out body aflame once again. D took her hands and lifted them above her
head. His fingers intertwined with hers
as he kissed her possessively. All she
could do was feel and be swept away by the passion of
it all.

D took her, long,
hard, hot, and fast. It was wild, some
primal force. As if he
was letting go of centuries of frustration. Bronach squeezed
his hands between trembling screaming climaxes as it felt as if it were taking
him forever to find completion.

And the strength
of him was amazing. He was like poetry
in motion and she was over whelmed and screaming with the joy of it. He looked down at her with those glowing eyes
of his. His black hair was tickling her
skin as she looked at his bewitching countenance.

He licked at the
healing bite and she sighed. �That�s it,
D, I have you,� she whispered as she wiggled a hand free to place on his
back. She rubbed the toned muscles there
with a smile. She kissed his cheek and
he wrapped his arms around her, not losing pace.

�Take what you
need,� she urged as she kissed his cheek.

D licked her
throat and she shuddered. He thrust
harder than before. His body was
trembling on top of her. His hand moved
down her body to touch where they were joined.

She gasped, not
sure if she could take this again. His
fingers gingerly rubbed at her swollen flesh.
Her breath caught again as her vision blurred. Pleasure intensified with his fingers and his
thrusting. She made tiny cries as she
arched against him.

She felt herself
arching higher again. She laughed as she
realized what D wanted and hugged him tightly.
She felt her magics surge inside her, the
energy incredible as her power rippled like a storm within her.

She trembled
against him, gasping and crying out. She
was burning once again. D thrust deep
inside of her and stilled. He shuddered
and she joined him with a cry while he growled.
They shattered together, holding each other tightly until the tremors
stopped.

D guided Bronach�s legs from his shoulders. He was still inside of
her. She stroked his hair and looked up
at him.

He kissed the
palm of her free hand and said, �Thank you.�

�Stay with me,� Bronach pleaded. She
bit her lip and realized she spoke. D
slid out of her and she winched, sore and spent.

He rolled over on
his back. She rolled to face him. He reached out and stroked her hair. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent,
which was now mingled with hers. He drew
her close and held her.

She curled up to
him. He stroked her hair and kissed her
forehead. She rested her head upon his
chest. His arm wrapped lightly around
her. It felt so natural to be like this,
so good. And D was so warm.

�We�ll talk
tomorrow,� D said softly.

Bronach nodded, knowing that it was far from
over. After all Ciaran
was still out there. Not to mention Ciaran had D�s prized weapon.

They still had
quite a bit to overcome. Yet, Bronach figured that they had a good chance of
winning. After they won was going to be
difficult, she thought sadly as D stroked her hair. Soon, she was lulled to sleep by D�s breathing
and him stroking her hair. However, she
wasn�t aware that he stayed awake simply to watch her sleep before he fell into
Morpheus� grasp with her.

To Be Continued!

Author�s Notes: Yes, this is the chapter that you have all
been waiting for. I hope that was worth
the wait. Man, I think this is the
longest sex scene in history. So, feed
the muse and read and review!
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