Chapter 22

When Rhye was engulfed in Lily's velvety, wet heat, it was only then that he realized the breadth and depth of his needs. As he rolled his hips into her, she groaned and sighed and screamed some more. As he drove her into the height of her release, her hands roamed his back, and her fingernails slid down the valley of his spine. She scored him as she drew closer to the top of her release.

He reflected on how she exudes beauty; magical, celestial beauty with the sultry power of a goddess. She had always been, but one could see that she had just acquired some strength, and by mating her, this time, with her mind clear from alcohol, Rhye realized that this woman was not just an ordinary human. She was somewhat unique, so different that her blood was as ancient as the earth itself. There was a power within her that had been formed in the fire of everything that she had been through over the previous days. Lily was no longer the naive and funny woman, but rather a strong mate, fit to be h