A Touch of Death by Ella Grey Page A

up the back of my top; I shivered as he held me pressed up against him.
    One more night and that was it , I swore to myself. It wasn’t my fault that kisses from him were addictive. The Elementals had a power to them, worshipped as Gods in another lifetime. That burst of air filled every part of me and I greedily took it. I broke the kiss long enough to smile. “Come on then, we’ve got an hour,” a whisper so much like a caress.
    Patrick grinned wickedly. “I can work with that.”
    Power at the base of my neck pulsated as the tattoo of the rune burst into life. I wasn’t too worried about using my powers to do something simple since I’d recuperate it quickly. There was a shimmer of air behind him and I pushed him into it, following closely behind. I’d heard of the horror stories, what happened when a body got trapped when the portal closed too soon. I didn’t think that it would hurt a being with no physical form. It might sting but it wouldn’t be life threatening. Me, on the other hand, well I was quite attached to my limbs.
    The portal opened up in my bedroom and I pushed him onto the bed, he pulled me along with him and I landed on a solid and very naked chest before his lips were back on mine. It was always a stark reminder that Patrick was nothing more that well packed air. His fingers unbuttoned my trousers and I helped push them down with my underwear until they tangled between my ankles. There was no point in worrying about getting rid of them. After all, I didn’t have to be completely naked for what Patrick had in mind. A gasp escaped me as he teased the folds between my legs. It was like he knew exactly what I needed to get off and he used that knowledge with deadly precision. A slight curl around my clit and I buried my head into the curve of his neck, a whimpering ball of need. Why the hell did I want him so much? I mean it wasn’t like he was a nice person. A shiver rippled through me and he pushed a finger into my wetness. A cry escaped me as I ground and moved against him as if my life depended on it.
    “Oh, Sweets, you like this don’t you? No, don’t answer that. I can feel it, the walls of your pretty little pussy tightening around my finger. You’re close too, aren’t you? It won’t be long until you’ll be gripping my finger like a vice and I’ll be slipping inside of you. I know you like that, how full I make you feel.” The way he whispered the words into my ear was sexy as hell. The Sylph could compete in talking dirty as an Olympic sport. A slight pressure against the cluster of nerves had me spiralling closer into the abyss. I clutched the back of his top, moving against him. Another finger pushed into me and I slipped into oblivion.
    The first time it happened had surprised the hell out of me. Now as he gently slipped into my body, sharing the orgasm that rode through me as his body, it made everything more intense. There were rules. What we were doing broke a big one. Allowing a Sylph to share your body space, it was incredibly intimate and very dangerous. If he chose that moment to become solid inside of me well that would be incredibly messy and very much the end of me. Patrick told me after the first time that it was the way the Sylph traditionally had sex, I had no idea what the other three did. It wasn’t like I wanted to dwell on it. My body was pressed against my bed as I became fully submerged in him. There were no words to describe it. Every nerve sung a song like he plunked the strings on a harp. Every tired muscle came to life as my blood oxidized. Sex with Patrick always felt like five years had been knocked off my age. I was quicker on my feet. My mind worked faster. The effect didn’t last for long, a few days or a week if I was really lucky. I could get the same result if I drunk loads of coffee except with less jitters.
    He rose out of me and I turned around, pulling up my underwear and trousers. A true Sylph form was certainly something to see, like the