The Awakening by Amileigh D'Lecoire Page A

appear as though she moved through water rather than across air and land .  To the untrained eye she was no more than an illusion, a trick of light that gave life to shadows where none existed.
                  “Be at peace, Elvanya,” a voice called upon the wind. She froze as it probed deep within her soul and gave rise to the long-forgotten sensation of warmth. The sound of it upon her ears was rich and deep, wholly masculine and distractedly familiar so that she struggled against the urge to weep from the purity of it.
                    She could feel the closeness of him then as his presence surrounded her, and she grew instantly quiet. Her breath caught in her throat as unseen hands began to move with intimate knowledge along her frozen flesh, claiming her with confident authority. Strong fingers traced sensual swirling patterns along the sensitive skin of her arms, light caresses of invitation, and she felt a familiar desire begin to stir. She closed her eyes and sighed softly as one hand travelled back up to caress the smooth column of her neck, an invisible thumb running slowly along her lower lip. Her breasts began to ache, begging to be touched, and her core slowly came to life, throbbing and distracting.
                  “I have long missed the taste of you,” he whispered low and hungry against her soul.
                  Seeking lips pressed lightly against her skin, his breath warm and moist as it teased against the delicate curve of her ear.
                  “But you know this already, do you not?” Bold hands moved possessively to rest upon her hips, demanding and firm as they pulled her close. She felt his arousal as he pressed against her, frighteningly large and aggressive , and she shivered with need . He was there and he was not , and she wan ted to shout out in frustration as her body began to ache with the need to be consumed by him.
                    “ Show yourself, ” s he demanded suddenly , pulling back. “If you’ve courage enough to solicit a gratuitous caress, then surely you ’ve the courage to reveal yourself to me.” Her words were harsh even though her eyes danced with mischief, and she was met with indulgent laughter as a hand moved up to softly trace the curve of her face.
                  “Look within, my love, and know who it is that will possess you this night.”
                    His voice was smooth as silk, his touch heated and addictive.  His hands moved to cup the weight of her breasts, squeezing gently as he teased tiny pink nipples to life. He was her lover, her life, her creator and her God.  She was concubine to his needs, the inspiration to his dreams and mother to his children . 
                  She tugged playfully away, a mock pout playing across her lips as she meant to punish him for having been away so long.
                  “Do not think to escape me,” he purred in response before grabbing her and pulling her body back against his. His lips found hers, probing and hungry , forcing her own lips to part and accept his seeking tongue as it swept inside and began to caress the velvety smoothness of her mouth. Eager hands pushed back the hood of her cloak to reveal her delicate features before tangling within the silken mass of golden curls that fell about her shoulders. She was overwhelmed by her sudden invasive need of him and she wilted, all resolve draining away as she succumbed to the power of his seduction.
                        “Much better,” she heard him whisper as strong arms wrapped tight about her now pliant body. The air around them began to shimmer and pulse, and there was the displaced sound of large wings unfurling and beating against the wind as she felt herself being lifted from the ground.
                    Higher and higher they rose into the soothing blackness of night. She shivered