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The rounded warmstones of the torchlit chamber fit against the arches of my bare feet in exactly the same way as in my dreams. Though the room was fairly narrow, the ceiling and far wall disappeared into utter lightlessness. So much so that the depthless shadows created an illusion of infinite distance. A few paces away, water edged still as glass against the stones, transparent at the shallow layer, growing black and opaque as ink in the depths. In the dreams, I’d always had the feeling that it went on forever. The reality did nothing to disrupt that impression. The room felt less like a chamber than a gateway.
“Wait,” I said, as Rogue unbuttoned my robe.
“Yes, my Gwynn?” His face held only polite inquiry, but a glitter lingered in his gaze. Oh yeah, he knew I’d recognize it.
“Don’t play coy, Rogue. You know I’ve dreamed of this place. More than once.” And before I’d ever come to Faerie too. Sometimes the implications of the cross-consciousness, cross-worlds events made my mind reel.
“And you know that there is less boundary between dreams and reality than you’d like to think,” he responded, dropping his gaze and resuming the unbuttoning.
“Why here? Was it always you and not just the Black Dog?”
For the Dog had been in the dreams too. Always watching. Leaving me feeling hunted.
Rogue slid the robe off my shoulders, letting it puddle at my feet, running his palms over my bare arms and settling them on my hips. “Not only me, my Gwynn. You also. You reached for me too.”
Had I? I had been yearning for more, yes—but I hadn’t known what. Just a formless longing, a rising dissatisfaction that suddenly burst and hurled me into an unlikely cascade of events that brought me to Faerie. “I didn’t know you to reach for you.”
He doffed his own robe and, fingers encircling my wrist, tugged me toward the water. It lapped, warm, enticing and soothing around my ankles. “Well, humans can be ignorant,” he allowed.
“Careful, or I’ll claw you again.”
“Will you?” With inhuman speed, he captured my other wrist and held them both in a grip of steel behind my back, arching my naked body against his. “Perhaps I shall have to appease my angry lady.” His clever mouth closed on one of the lily earrings and tugged, sending sparks into my system. He nudged it aside and found the pulse point beneath my ear, sucked lightly, then trailed down my throat.
I wriggled, which only caused my tightened nipples to brush against his leanly muscled chest. I kind of hated what it did to me, when he took me over like this. But not as much as I once had.
I might even grow to crave it. Which worried me greatly.
“Don’t fret over such things.” Rogue trailed the words over my flesh, then licked the hollow of my collarbone. His erect cock rose between us, pressing against me insistently. “I could never tame you, even if I wished to. Haven’t you proven that already?”
“I can’t believe you’re ready to go at it yet again.” I groaned when he arched my back more, his tongue finding my taut nipple and teasing it.
“I believe I can keep my lady satisfied, yes.”
“That has never been a concern of mine.”
“Good.” He sounded all pleased, which really hadn’t been my intent, and released me. “Now stop trying to seduce me. I want a bath.”
Leaving me there, he waded in, then dove, his lean body sleek as a seal’s cleaving the glassy black water, his long hair streaming behind him. So odd to be standing here, as naked as I’d been in those dreams, my body filled with the same arousal, watching this beautiful and alarmingly strange and intimately familiar man who seemed to be mine, for better or worse.
“Are you coming in, lovely Gwynn?” he called. “Or do you plan to stand there being decorative?”
“Ha-ha.” But it gave me a flush of pleasure that he found me beautiful too. At least, that he said he did.
I took my time, testing my footing and letting the sensation of the soft, hot water rise around me. So odd not to be able to see through it, though it felt like normal water. Some kind of optical effect, I suspected. When I got deep enough, I tilted my head back, to sluice the water through my hair. I remembered in time not to run my fingers through it, lest I slice mine off too. I could magically replace it, butmyear wouldn’t grow back. It would be magical shampooing for me, too, for the duration. A pity as I would miss scrubbing my scalp.
“Allow me.” Rogue swirled up, showing me a palm filled with dark blue liquid. I gave him my back and he worked it through my hair. The scent of Stargazer lilies surrounded me, sweet, spicy and now forever connected to him. Using his strong fingers, he massaged my scalp, exactly as I’d envisioned.
“Are you eavesdropping on my thoughts full-time now?” I asked, more than a little disconcerted by the idea. I hadn’t been thinking all that loudly, I was pretty sure.
He laughed, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder. “Our intimacy has woven us closer together. It’s a side effect. You can keep me out if you try.” His soapy hands flowed down and over my breasts, leaning me back against him. “You just don’t really want to,” he murmured into my ear, running the tip of his tongue inside the shell of it.
I didn’t, I realized. It felt good, this relaxing of walls, to sink into the sensation of being with him, without having to be wary of every word. He hummed in agreement, tugging on my earlobe with his teeth and running long fingers down my midline to dip between my legs.
I let my head fall back on his shoulder, floating while he supported me. A ping in part of my mind that hadn’t been there before—my new connection to the mass mind of Faerie—told me the sun had risen. The suds swirled around us and, in a dreamlike haze, I watched the bubbles whirl away into the darkness.
How I could rouse again and again like this, I didn’t know. His touch seemed magical—for all I knew, it was—digging deep in me and calling forth this unending passion. It rolled through me, gentle, even healing, waves of sensuality. With the one hand, he caressed my breast, kneading it and plucking at my nipple, while the other lightly stroked my clit, urging me toward yet another climax. All the while he spoke sweet, affectionate words against my skin, pressing them into place with small kisses.
The climax surged closer and I rolled my head on his shoulder to meet his mouth.
