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Saturday, September 19, 2009

The Awakening by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

She went into the chamber.

The battle had been hard, yet she had prevailed. She brushed her curls away from her face and took in a deep breath. At last, after months of hardship and toil she stood in the room where her beloved lay under a deep spell.

The evil sorceress had stolen him from her side because of some nonsense about revenge, a prince’s seed and the birth of a future generation of immortal witches.

Talia shook her head. It no longer mattered. It was over and she had won the battle. She took in another breath, nerves coursing through her veins, making her heart thump in urgent distress. What if he didn’t wake up? No, this was not the time to contemplate that option.

In three strides, she was standing next to his bed.

Talia gasped. She knew she had missed him, that she longed for him, but nothing had prepared her for the swell in her chest at his mere presence. Tears came unbidden to her eyes. She swept them away angrily. Crying was useless. She had yet to accomplish the hardest task: waking him up from his trance.

Not daring to touch him yet, Talia took in the sight of him. Adalair lay naked before her in all his splendid glory. He was slightly thinner than she remembered, and a thick beard coated his usually smooth face. His hair, long and golden fanned out around him. With a shaking hand, she brushed away a strand from his shoulder; her breath caught in her throat as she saw the bluish bruise. She gasped alarmed. She peered closely and noticed with a heavy heart that he had been hurt. His whole body was covered in small bruises and cuts. Everything, except his cock, she noticed. Due to the enchantment, it rose hard against his belly, precum making its purplish tip glisten.

“Oh, Adalair,” she whispered, bending over to kiss his lips.

Talia straightened up and quickly disposed of her gown. It was time to wake up her soul mate, the love of her life, and there was only one way to do it-- through lovemaking. To break the spell, love had to be present in every action, not reduce it to merely the carnal act that could occur between any man and woman.

Lying next to him on the bed, Talia tentatively touched his exposed skin. Unexpected heat met her fingertips. He was asleep and yet his body responded. Desire and longing cursed through her. Straddling his still body, she began to kiss him. She started at his lips, nibbling at them softly. With delicacy, she lowered herself to his shoulders, his chest and his firm stomach, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses. As she moved, his hard shaft rubbed against her thighs, causing heat to pool between her legs.

Casting a quick glance toward his face, she lowered her head to his groin and kissed the tip of the hard member. Deepening the kiss, she let his cock slide into her mouth, while at the same time she gently caressed his balls.

Talia moaned in pleasure. Her hand found her breast and squeezed, but it was not the same. She craved for Adalair’s firm but gentle touch, to have his mouth gently but unrelentlessly suckling her nipples, to feel his body vibrating against and inside of her. Releasing his member, Talia eased herself onto him. Bending her knees, she filled herself with him. Slowly, she began to roll her hips back and forth. Arching over, she kissed the motionless figure of the man below her.

Was he warmer? She planted a firm hand on his chest, steadying herself. A light sweat seemed to have broken upon his skin.

With renewed vigor, she bounced up and down building a steady rhythm. Closing her eyes, she mewled in pleasure.

“Adalair, come back to me,” she whispered.

Talia’s eyes flew open. Large hands gripped her hips, pulling her down hard. Her orgasm peaked as her eyes encountered Adalair’s intense blue gaze.

Adalair felt her shudder above him. She was a remarkable sight. Her hair, the color of dark chocolate was disheveled, falling well below her shoulders. Her green eyes were wide open, desire, love and relief etched in them. Her mouth was slightly open and her lips red and swollen. Her firm breasts jiggled with every thrust, their pinkish hue and stiff nipples beckoning to him. He reached and tweaked them, causing a moan to escape her lips. Adalair gripped her ass cheeks and pumped harder.

“Talia,” he sighed, as his climax reached him.

Talia collapsed over him. Tears of relief fell from her eyes. Adalair lifted her head and looked deep into her eyes. Words were not necessary. Like windows to their souls, their eyes expressed the love that the one felt for the other.

About the author: Shy, quiet, and always with a book or notebook under her nose; a good student, is what you might think of Elyzabeth at first sight, but at closer inspection you might discover that what she's reading and scribbling into her notebook might just melt you into your chair.

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