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by Sailor Phoenix
Part EightThe light of the bedroom fire flickered over Endymion's rain-damp clothes, glimmered on the polished leather of his riding boots, lent a crimson halo to his ebony hair. Serenity was stricken by the joyous love she felt for this husband she'd won by accident; it was as though some ancient wrong had finally been righted, after a long, difficult struggle.
Every tiny fiber in her body seemed resonate, like the strings of some mellow old instrument that had been lifted from a musty trunk...tuned...and finally strummed with cherished fingers.
Endymion set his strong hands on the arms of the chair and lifted himself wearily to his feet. When he turned to face Serenity, he took on an aura made up of firelight and the violent, golden lightning that flashed beyond the terrace doors.
Serenity couldn't read the expression on his face for the shadows cloaked him, but she felt the barely leashed power in his body, sensed the distant tumult of the battle going on within his spirit. The conflict, she knew, was between the mightiest of human emotions, love, and its twin, hatred.
For the first time since she'd landed in this place, she had hoped of finding her way into Endymion's heart and making a lasting place for herself.
Fearful that anything she might say would tilt the delicate balance the wrong way, she kept her silence.
She lifted her chin and stared straight at his face to show him that she wouldn't be intimidated. For all that, the separate impacts of his physical presence, the warrior-like strength of his spirit, the laser-powered reach of his mind, practically overwhelmed her.
He took a step toward her, then another, reluctantly, as though resisting some elemental force every inch of the way.
His hand came to rest on her shoulder, and she turned and lightly brushed his knuckles with her lips.
"Gods, help me," he whispered in a tone of one who expects no aid from any quarter, including heaven. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, and Serenity watched the play of muscles in his magnificent neck for a long moment, then softly kissed the hollow of his throat.
She felt a shudder go through him, knew a sensation of homecoming that went far beyond the physical when he wrenched her against him. Her hair spilled down her back as he plunged splayed fingers beneath the little knot she'd pinned so carefully into place.
He spread his free hand over the small of her back, pressing her curvy softness against an opposing hardness. When he assailed her with his demanding, masterful kiss, it seemed to Serenity that the elegant room had suddenly turned to a vacuum, like outer space. Only her connection to Endymion allowed her to breath; when he withdrew, her last contact with the life force would be broken. She would shrivel to a cinder and then disappear entirely.
Just when Serenity thought she couldn't accommodate another sensation, another dizzying emotion, without going into overload, Endymion thrusted his tongue past her lips. It was symbolic of the conquering that would come later, she knew and the sweet warning caused her knees to weaken.
She shuttered a desolate little cry when Endymion lifted her into his arms, never troubling to withdraw his mouth from hers, and carried her to the bed. Only when he laid her on the coverlet did he draw back so that he could look at her as he stripped her of her clothes.
He made a slow ritual of that process, staring with her shoes. After rolling down her stockings, he kissed the tops of her insteps with light, fevered touches of his lips.
He pushed up her skirt and petticoats to her bare knees, and Serenity bit hard on her lower lip to keep from pleading with him to take her now.
By the time she was completely naked, her skin glowed with perspiration and her hips twisted on the mattress, betraying her, seeking some sort of contact with him.
He caressed on of her plump breasts as he began to undress himself, and when he was finally bare, as she was, he stretched out over her, letting her feel his daunting manhood against her upper thigh.
Now, she thought, as hot shivers of desire coursed through her. Now, finally, he'll take me. I'll be his.
Instead, he slipped downward, his coarse chest hair chafing her breasts and stomach in an elementally pleasant way. When he took a nipple into his mouth, she cried out in helpless pleasure and arched against his steely strength of the body that spanned several inches more than her.
At the same time, thunder and rain slammed against the house, and Serenity had a vague sense that no matter how loudly she called out in response to his attentions, no one else on Earth would hear.
She surrendered, completely and absolutely, reaching back to grip the underside of the headboard in desperate hands. Had she still possessed the faculties to speak, she would have begged, but she was far beyond that now. A storm had broken in her body and spirit, and she was at its mercy.
Finally, when she wanted to weep with the force of her need, Endymion entered her in a long, slow stroke. He was looking into her suddenly wide-open eyes as he took her, watching her responses in a faulty light of the fire.
Serenity had never been so intimate with a man, not in her previous life, and in that other body she would have suffered some pain. As it was, she felt only a tightness, then electricity at the tempest in her heart and soul gained momentum.
She clutched wildly at Endymion's shoulder, unable to ask for what she needed because she didn't know its name.
Fortunately, he seemed to know very well. He began to move within her... slowly... steadily... strongly... and while he moved, he nibbled at her lower lip... her neck... her earlobes... her jawline.
Each stroke made Serenity more desperate for the next. Her breath quickened, and her nipples were hard buttons against Endymion's chest, her legs like fierce vise around his hips.
Finally the pleasure reached an explosive pitch, and Serenity marveled as her new body did its dance beneath Endymion, curving high to meet his hips. Her husky cries of triumph breached that last barrier of reserve he had erected, and he uttered a raw shout and then convulsed against her, driving deep, spilling himself.
Endymion collapsed, his head resting against her breast, when it was finally
over. His breathing was ragged, like Serenity's own, and neither of them
was capable of speech.
Now that the harsh demands of his body had been met, at least for now, Endymion could think with some coherence again. And what he was thinking troubled him deeply.
People rarely changed in any lasting fashion. He knew that because of his Harvard education and his personal experience as a man and a doctor. Seeming alterations of his personality were usually temporary except in some cases of religious conversions.
He listened to the heartbeat of the woman whose luscious breasts cushioned his head, not as a physician, but as a man who drew a spiritual sustenance from the sound. This was Sere, the woman he'd love to the point of desperation, the mother of his child, the only bedmate he'd taken since his marriage. Yes, even after his wife had betrayed him, he had been faithful to her.
It did seem that Sere had changed drastically since the day of Selenity's birth, though he feared to believe it. Her much gossiped about indiscretions had wounded him to the very wellsprings of his soul; he knew he could not endure such terrible pain again.
He closed his eyes, already feeling the temptation to turn his head and feast gently at her nipple, and a series of images flashed through his mind for the thousandth time.
Months before, Sere had been defiant with her affair with Seiya Lights. She'd said he was more attentive and affectionate than Endy, more fun. She'd made no secret of the fact that she'd rather be Seiya's wife than his.
Since Selenity's arrival, however, she'd brushed the other man off like a speck of dust, and tonight she'd responded to Endy's lovemaking as she never had.
There was a change in the way she spoke, too. Although her vocabulary had not been limited before, she had a much greater grasp of the language now.
Then there was the way she acted. Sere was a devoted mother to Selenity, he knew that from what he had seen and from Raye's letters. And then there were other things.
According to reports from Luna, Sere had taken to sitting in trees, reading. It was amazing enough that she would open a book other than her journal; it was incomprehensible that she was reportedly working her way through Rose Myst's well-stocked library. Furthermore, she'd never treated the help with such courtesy.
Endymion's long-starved body was not concerned with the speculations of his mind. He could feel himself going hard against the delicious cushion of Serenity's thigh, and the muscles in his hips and buttocks were flexing involuntarily, preparing themselves to thrust.
He wondered how she would receive him now, she who had never really cared for the staring and messiness of lovemaking--at least with him.
With a long sigh, Endymion turned his head and brushed a waiting nipple with his lips. The morsel immediately pouted, ready to be captured. He laid a hand on Serenity's belly, made slow, firm circles on the satiny expanse.
Serenity's fingers plunged into his hair, and she startled him by pulling him close for a kiss. Just before she raised her lips to his, she whispered breathlessly, "No preliminaries this time, Endy. Just take me, hard and fast."
Her words intoxicated him as surely as a pint of good Kentucky whiskey
would of done, and again he marveled as he positioned himself to give her
what she wanted. What they both wanted.
The storm had passed when Serenity awakened the next morning, and Endymion had already left her bed. Indeed, Selenity was back, regarding her mother wonderingly over Luna's shoulder as she held her in the rocking chair.
The immediate sense of desolation that had gripped Serenity at the realization that Endy was gone was instantly displaced by the joy of seeing her daughter again.
"You're home from your travels," she chimed, sitting up and tucking the sheets underneath her armpits because Endy had stripped her of every stitch the night before and never given her time to put on a nightgown.
Luna turned to smile. "Yes. I hope you weren't worried--we were safe with Aunt Lita and Uncle Nickolas. Uncle brought us home this morning."
Although Serenity definitely missed Selenity, she had had confidence in Luna's ability to take care of her, and she had not been overly concerned. "I trusted you completely. Now let me hold my beautiful daughter before I perish from the longing."
Gently Luna handed the infant to Serenity, who cradled her against her breast and bent her head down to kiss her fuzzy little crown. "Have you seen Dr Alessandros around this morning?" she asked presently, hoping the question didn't betray too much.
A glance at Luna's face showed that the other woman had already divined the situation, probably from Serenity's lack of a nightgown and the pair of shiny riding boots sitting neatly beside the wardrobe.
"He's gone to the shore, I think," Luna said with a certain friendly smugness. "When something's troubling the doctor, he likes to come out here and walk along the beach while he works it through."
Serenity cuddled Selenity a little closer and stroked her back with her hand. Endymion had made thorough love to her the night before, but he hadn't mentioned the word "love". She could only conclude that he was having doubts this morning, and maybe regrets, too.
"You look so sad," Luna said, coming to sit on the edge of the bed and squeezing Serenity's free hand.
A tear welled up in Serenity's eye. "I am," she answered. And then, because she knew this woman was a friend, she poured out her story. Serenity told Luna about that other life, painted the freeway and the speeding sports car and the jackknifed truck into as understandable a picture as she could. She explained the crystal bridge, the shock of waking up inside someone else's body--someone who was in the middle of childbirth--and the even weirder sensation that she'd known Endymion Alessandros for all eternity, that her love for him was as primitive as the stars, and that she belonged with him.
When all the breathless, disjointed words had tumbled out of her mouth,
Serenity sat tensing, holding Selenity and waiting to know if there was
one person on earth who would believe her.
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