“We’ve been through a lot of danger together. I think we can survive a bonding ritual, don’t you?”
“As long as our love is true.”
“It is.”
Then they had nothing to fear.
Virginia pulled his head to her and kissed him. Wesley responded to her, sliding his tongue against hers, exploring her like she explored him, caressing her. Farther below, his hips moved back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
Using her powers, she spun a cocoon around them. Fog and mist engulfed them, shielding them from the world and the dangers outside their four walls. They were invisible to everybody now, as if they didn’t exist. Because at this moment, they only existed for each other.
Virginia felt her life force bubble to the surface, and knew she couldn’t hold it back any longer. She allowed her virta to flow outward and seep into Wesley’s body at each point where they were connected.
They were floating now. Not on air, but on their love, a love that was stronger than any power known to mankind. It alone held them up and supported them, kept them safe.
She took her lips off Wesley’s and stared into his eyes. Love and adoration reflected back at her.
“Are you ready?” she murmured.
“I’ve been ready from the moment I met you.”
She took his hand and placed it on her heart. “Do you feel the virta inside you?”
“It’s like fire.”
“Send it back to me. Let it flow into my heart.”
“I love you, Virginia,” he whispered, when suddenly a visible glow traveled through him. It reached his shoulder, then slithered down his arm toward his wrist.
Virginia held her breath.
Wesley’s fingers turned golden, and from its tips, golden tendrils flowed outward and fused with her skin. A bolt of electricity shot through her and pierced her heart. A wave of passion washed over it, soothing the pain away. What it left behind was a bond so powerful that only death could break it.
Virginia put her hand over Wesley’s heart. It beat into her palm. And it beat for her. There would never again be any doubt about it.
“You’re mine now,” Virginia murmured.
A soft smile spread over Wesley’s face and he stroked his knuckles over her cheek. “I was already yours a long time ago, babe. It just took me a while to find you.”
Tears swam in her eyes, the happiness in her heart too much to contain. “Oh, Wes…”
“Now let your witch husband show you what he meant by insatiable.”
His lips descended on hers and took her to a place where only love and passion existed. Where only the two of them existed. Where they were one.