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Excerpt from "Conjugals" from Soulful Sex: The Paranormal Collection
Then he turned his face to me.
I had never felt love for any man, and could not understand how this one could be so exquisitely beautiful. Yes, this is how a man ought to be made, I said to myself. His eyes were such a color, aqua blue, their lids so delicately crafted. His nose protruded slightly at the tip, but it was comely that way, it seemed to me quite perfect. And his lips, oh, his lips were like a bow in shape, and ruddy, and lovely. How long I stared at him I cannot say, but all the while he did the same to me, until suddenly those lips broke into a smile, and then he laughed. And I laughed. It was as if one of us had told the same old private joke we'd shared for years: it was a conspiratorial laugh, a giggle between two schoolmates, full of glee.
I stopped laughing. "Etrae'u Thespasian," I whispered.
"Faedl Rendorian," he whispered back, and I adored how his lips formed my name.
I hardly know how to put in words the events that unfolded over the next few minutes; language cannot possibly convey it. It is a thing only the conjugated understand, and perhaps only those rare ones who do not meet their Conjugal until long after they should have. Be that as it may, imagine yourself in my skin, on your knees and face to face with the most beautiful man ever to walk the face of the earth, and he has just whispered your name.
Etrae'u Thespasian kissed me, he took hold of my face in his hands and his lovely mouth devoured mine, and I lost myself to him. His hands on my cheeks were silken, his lips were silken, and I wanted to dissolve into that silkiness and let it consume me. The pain of the Cry had left me raw and bruised, but Etrae'u was balm to that pain. His arms enfolding me were balm and comfort, his kisses on my cheeks and nose and chin and throat were balm and comfort.
He was no longer turned away from me. I could see him now, and feel him, feel the sturdiness of his long arms, the breadth of his back, the heat of his chest against my breasts. He was real and substantial, he moved, he breathed, he made small sounds as he embraced me. His voice was so deep and soft. His love was so tangible, so close.
Oh, but I wanted it closer.
Now that I was free of pain, strength swelled up in me, and with it, desire. I had to meld with him, I would not have peace until he was inside me. So single-minded was I on this point that I didn't even feel shock at the intensity of it. Never had I felt so unquestioning. I pulled away from Etrae'u a little and looked at him. His expression was the personification of my feelings: his face was dark with lust, his eyes burned with hunger. I reached under my tunic and pulled down my leggings and undercloth, tumbling to one side on the mossy ground as I removed them. Etrae'u did the same with his trousers, only a bit more gracefully. I flung my arms around him as he fell upon me and laid me down underneath him. My legs parted and he shifted himself.
In the seconds before he pierced me, I believe what I felt was the accumulated longing of all my twenty years. Now that I touched him and held him, I knew that he had been missing from every day of my life. Without him I had not experienced a moment of existence as I was meant to. In the single half hour of our acquaintance I had already lived more. God, he was so lovely it drove me mad! It was as if every cell in my body were screaming, give us Etrae'u, fill us with Etrae'u....