“What do you say we blow this place?” one of the women caressing him suggests. “Find somewhere a little more private?”
The other two echo their assent, but Caleb, gazing with anguished yearning at his seductive Salome, seems suddenly indifferent to their presence. She has struck the nerve that goads his desire. She has summoned the eternal elemental ache only she can appease.
“Ladies, will you excuse me?” he says, grimacing slightly and walking with tumescent discomfort towards Livvie. He grabs her hand and roughly, hastily, drags her to the door.
Outside the Elixir they stand together, lust and anger magnetizing their connection.
“What, you want to go home?” she asks.
“No, not yet,” he answers, his voice fierce, frustrated. His tongue seems swollen, the words obstacles to the communion he craves. The throbbing of flesh and blood are the language they share, uniting them more than any human words could ever express.
Pressing her against the wall, he thrusts into her, forcing her to surrender as the savage animal inside her yields to his. Fangs to flesh, essence to essence, they merge, oblivious to everything except the pulsing cosmos within them. |
