Amy A. Bartol
I gasp as my body curls toward Brennus like a flower to the sun, for the pleasure of it. He holds me close to him. His nose grazes the length of my neck. He breathes me in. I feel the roar and rush of my heartbeat. Iâ€™m his toy; his energy streams into me. He winds the invisible key in my back and the euphoria ratchets and coils inside of me: tickâ€¦tickâ€¦tickâ€¦,Another wicked surge of energy flows from him into me. Pain. Pleasure. Bliss. My jaw unclenches as my lips part. I make a small, breathy sound as we dance. Brennus responds with something close to a growl. â€œYeâ€™re killing me, mo chroÃ­,â€ he murmurs. His hand moves down my back infusing me with a golden glow of power. My wings punch violently from me, tearing a hole in my day dress. They spread wide, like a red stain beyond my pale skin. Iâ€™m dancing now for the thrill of it. I follow his lead.,As the song comes to an end, Brennus kisses my throat. He whispers in my ear, â€œWhen ye get back, come find me, mo chroÃ­. Iâ€™ve healed yeâ€¦now wake up and banjax whoever banished ye hereâ€¦â€
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