Christian's large hand pulls her head closer to his, the light graze of their lips growing passionately intense. The young man instantaneously feels liberated to breath again, filling his demanding lungs. 

          Constantly enduring and being the subject to a rushed urgency, Annela had pushed aside everything else other than her mission. She suddenly realizes the tight bond she unconsciously knitted with Christian. The simple idea of losing him made her lose her cold blood automatically to lose it, and lift mountains to keep him safe. Her deafening heartbeat threatened to leap out of her chest and wake up the whole town. 

          His rough hand gently brushes against the bare skin of the small of her back, revealed by the light lift of her shirt, as it slides between the cloth and her burning flesh. The sensible patch of skin makes her senses go mad and she melts onto his chest. The room seems to tumble around her as she loses control, as she loses herself, consumed by her need to never let him ever escape from her fingers ever again. He sits up, with the help of his arms and he stares at her figure. Half of her face swallowed by the shadows, he knows her flaming black eyes are staring deeply into his. She needs to be in control.

          Her hands slowly slide her shirt off, unveiling herself with dignity and grace, enjoying his eyes' gleaming intensity. Her fingers slide behind her and her undergarment unhurriedly uncovers her elegance. Anything she does is of a grand finesse in his eyes. But the slight uncontrolled quiver of her full lower lip stirs the fire in him. His arms surround her slender waist, pulling her closer to him, to lay her under his weight. She inhales deeply, her heart beating hard in her chest, feeling his own pulsing as fast as hers. His body majestically towers her, as he lightly pushes her hair out of her face. 

          Being dominated is new to the slim young woman. The feeling is unfamiliar, but she embraces it, giving in. His lips slide down kissing her soft skin where she had dabbed some perfume still discreetly on her skin, graying his mind. She closes her eyes, completely at his mercy. 

          His head continues to descend, his chestnut curls caressing her stomach. Tingles flutter in her lower abdomen, as she arches her back, not wanting to feel the absence of his body that was on top of hers. 

          She had given him all of her. Her efforts, her power, her devotion, whereas he had given her nothing in exchange. He stops. Her eyes open, curious as to his sudden action. He rises back to her level, and kisses her fervidly. Her mouth abruptly opens despite herself, as she feels a thrilling familiar sensation blooming in her mind. He was giving her back her power, and access to his thoughts, an entry to his mind. The heaving of his breath resembled the howl of the wind arousing the high flames of a wildfire. His lips and tongue leaving her burning neck, covered her like lava descending the rock of an effusive volcano. 

          Their powers had been combined in him. She could feel a new strength growing in her. A feeling of fulfillment replaced her emptiness and an exhausted tear of joy rolled down her temple to crash onto the pillow. 

          Thank you, she sends, a hand on his cheek. Only silence and the most beautiful smile she had ever seen on his face answered her. She deeply stares into his eyes with admiration for a few moments. 

          He suddenly senses her hand slide down low between their bodies, palm up, to stop at the level of his pelvis. She feels him harden under her fingers, and his breathing accelerate. Her other hand joins the other to unbutton her trousers, at a disastrously slow and annoying speed in his opinion. Her lower body now bare, his eyes rest intensively on her face, a desperately passionate fever growing, waiting for her permission. She closes her eyes elegantly, like a cat does on a lazy Sunday afternoon, under the warmth of the sun, before reopening them, a slight almost invisible nod lowering her head. 

          And their intertwined bodies form one, their souls dancing in unison, their minds bathing in the bliss of a paradise, whose door opened to a key that could only be formed with two separate parts of a whole. 

          His head stuffs itself in the pillow, right next to her own, muffling a virile groan. Her fingers slide into his hair, feeling strong again. She promises herself to never ever be vulnerable again, to anything other than Christian Lavelle. The tension building reaches its paroxysm, and his body collapses onto hers, sizzling and exhausted. He rolls to the side, keeping her svelte body close against his torso, brushing the hair off her neck tenderly, his gaze plunged into hers. He discovers an expression on her face, unheard of to his entire existence. The one of a rare genuine charm, wrinkling the outer corners of her eyes from her smile. She held the most strikingly sublime, magnificently ineffable smile on her lips. Her mellifluous chuckle replied to his stunned and dazed loving stare. 

          Outside, in the countryside, the sky was turning to the grey of the distant morning sun approaching. Her eyes closed to his fingertips caressing the soft skin of her back and shoulders, rocked sound asleep by his beating heart.