2.21 The Abyss

“Thank you,” I said. “You are beyond words. You are magnificent, and I have fallen under your spell, too. I didn’t want to. You still scare me. At least, the thought of  . . .”

“I know. The pooka bit. I’m  a supernatural, which is something you’ve had no experience with, but you have nothing to fear from me. I would never harm you in anyway, and be assured, that I would lay down my life for you, if required. I hope there’s no need for that, since I’d like to stick around and enjoy what we just did a million times more.”

I giggled. Me, who’d never made that sound before. Not ever. But Timothy was straight out of romance novels, fondling words like he’d fondled me. Did I like it? Incredibly so.

“I enjoyed that, but a million times?” I giggled again, I think flirtatiously, which was something I’d never done before either. Only blondes flirted — blondes with hair down  their backs, tiny waists, big boobs, and eyes that were capped by eye lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings.

But as I was thinking that, it became obvious that Timothy wasn’t done romancing me. He continued, giving my body a warm squeeze, and then centered on my breasts. Oh, my. His thumb on my nipple was erotic as heck. I arched instinctively, which seemed the signal for Timothy to move to my other breast where he massaged and stroked me until I thought I’d die.

“When two are entwined as we are . . .” Timothy began. I could barely concentrate on his words. I tried, but his fingers were playing havoc with every nerve in my body.

“It is always like this,” he said, continuing in a voice that carried the soft croon of sexy. “I realize that in this time period you don’t believe in the fates, but the truth is that each pookah is fated to love one woman with a constancy and depth that assures absolute purity. If you think this time was passionate, and I am pleased to hear that from you lovely lips, but every time we engage, it will become even more so. Our lovemaking will become an echo inside us, a ricochet of emotion that rebounds and bounces back over and over until we are completely enclosed in magic.

 

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