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“I could feel Devon’s gaze on my face, reading my body language despite how hard I had tried to keep the irritation from showing. “They’d like you to move them to a tank they have set up. They’re going to trap them for this week and then let them go.” Of course they did. I managed to keep from rolling my eyes but between Devon’s presence and immediately being swarmed by otters the minute we got near the water, I end up wishing that I had. Otters are fast little mammals in the water; the fur keeps the water off their skin while making them slick and fast while in their preferred environment. The hard lesson I’d learned had been that they could scamper and bound pretty darn quickly on land. Nearly twenty of the brown friendly creatures swarmed up the banks of the tributary and made raucous sounds of greetings at me. Two vets stood nearby with nets and silly grins on their faces and a puny four otters ready to be transported to where ever in two tanks on trucks quietly humming with earth energy. Mags and Evan had backed up when I’d been swarmed but Devon had stuck by my side and seemed highly amused by the otters climbing over and around him to get to me. “They weren’t kidding about you and otters.” I shoot him a ‘no duh’ look and scoop up a pair to hand off to one of the Earth Elementals. We were saturating their habitat with majick, we’d been asked not to use majick on them, and so catching my willing victims by hand was the way I was going to do my task...”

“I could feel everything. How big he was, how wet he made me. Caspian pushed in until there was nowhere else to go. A perfect fit, making me feel so full and so hot. His forehead came down to touch mine as he looked into my eyes. “You’re perfect, Maddie.” My breath left me, and my whole body was on fire. I wriggled, trying to move that delicious friction inside me. “Say it.” Caspian pulled out and I whined at the loss, the emptiness I wanted him to fill again. “Repeat what I just said.” “Caspian…” “Say it, Madeline,” he growled. “Say how perfect you are.” Holy hell, this man. His gentlemanly act in front of other people was all a farce. Caspian was some kind of lust god, and I was only just finding that out now. “I’m… perfect.” Caspian thrust in, hard and fast, bringing with him the pressure and friction my body craved. “You deserve love.” He pulled out again. “I deserve love.” This time when he thrust, I couldn’t help but let loose another sound of wound-up pleasure. “You are smart.” “I am smart.” “You are patient.” “I am patient.” “You are stunning.” “I am stunning.” On and on he went, his body and hands pinning me in place so thoroughly that there was little I could do but hold on for whatever ride Caspian wanted to take me on, repeating his affirmations and earning his cock in return. I had already come just minutes before, but already he had me back at the top of that cliff, ready to plunge off again. “Caspian—" I moaned. “Yes, Madeline,” he said, planting a kiss on my lips. “I was waiting to hear my name on those sweet lips of yours again. Now, come for me. Let me feel all of it.” And I did. I came so hard, completely pinned in place as the feeling of him hit me. I rode through his hard thrusts. I was barely coming down, not even finished clenching around Caspian when he groaned and his movements changed. I felt him spill into me, hot and wet when I was at my most sensitive, and I cried out again. “Fuck, Caspian,” I panted. “That dirty mouth of yours.” He kissed me, his face completely sated, though lust still sat heavy in his eyes. I laughed. “You’re one to talk.”

“I could feel God. It was like he was setting fine fingerprints all over the moment. I could feel him in it, as if he were saying to me, “Girl, I’m gonna blow the hinges off anything you think a love letter is, was , or could be. If you would just release the grip, I could turn your whole like into a love letter.”

“I could feel heat pooling between my legs fast and intense. My thighs pressed together, uselessly. Shame surged up my spine, but there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide from what I was feeling. And then I realized my mouth was open. He noticed. A gloved hand reached out slowly, not to harm, but to hush. He touched my chin with surprising gentleness and placed one finger against my lips. “What did you see?” he whispered, his voice low, husky, dangerous and magnetic. “An angel… or something else?”

“I could feel his whole body trying to claim me, want me, own me in lust, and it made me feel so valuable and wanted. As I was bent over the table, I felt like I was the world to him, and he could think of nothing else, could feel nothing else: he was consumed with my body, dedicated to exploring my female sexual power and energy, and his desperate hitting of me with the belt felt like he would rather die, than be without the chance to connect with me in sex.”

“I could feel my aged, hard-won masculinity being eroded each millisecond I stayed. It got to the point that only the depths of their vileness gave them any kind of status, and this was both the most pathetic but most dangerous of all. This was the kernel of my intrigue: did this sort of daring morbidity escalate, cross over from virtual to real? And when?”

“I could feel my insides sink. My knees too. So I sat on the ground, against the wall, letting it support me. I thought I knew what heartbreak felt like. I thought heartbreak was me, standing alone at the prom. That was nothing. This, this was heartbreak. The pain in your chest, the ache behind your eyes. The knowing that things will never be the same again. It’s all relative, I suppose. You think you know love, you think you know real pain, but you don’t. You don’t know anything.”

“I could feel my legs folding and unfolding like powerful scissors, pushing against the very power that was trying to hold me back. I had to maintain control of myself, not allow the sea to intimidate me. If this was a binding exercise then the sea and I would be firm friends, but I couldn’t allow it to be my equal. I screamed out aloud, ‘I will not be beaten, you bastard!’ Then I wondered how many people this sea had claimed as its own, how many were recovered dead and how many survived the hidden brutality?”

“I could feel myself begin to recede, to tip and lose balance, slide toward the deeper darkness that had crept in from outside. It happened so quickly and took me by surprise; sometimes I just turned around and found it there-ah, camarade-unaware it had been waiting for me for days.”