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    Rielle doubted there was any other sound in the world other than her own frantic heart, pumping away as though in a race to expiration. A dozen questions about why she had to undress at all were proliferating in her mind, trying to make sense of the purpose it served. She could only conclude it was somehow ritualistic. The quicker she got on with it, the sooner she would be back in the world and on a path to a better life.
    She lifted her shirt up and shimmied out of it, exposed dermis cooling to the atmosphere without the cover of fabric. Her bare breasts were pert with fullness, the ends taut and receptive. He made no move whatsoever, not even to touch her. The rhythmic sound of deep breathing was all that kept her mind focused on the moment. She continued to disrobe, unbuttoning her tattered pants and letting them fall to the ground in a pool of fabric at her feet.
    His palm grazed against her naked hip and she gasped, uncertainty yielding her lungs. The rhythmic breathing remained, however, and her covered eyes widened in astonishment as she realized it was he who was breathing so deeply, and not her.
    He grabbed for her hands and dragged them up above her head before securing them into something thick and metallic. It happened too quickly for Rielle to protest. Her body was open and vulnerable, her perceptions tainted by virtue of the eye mask. She was wont to fight for autonomy, but acquiesced to submission instead.
    Something grazed against her jawline, followed by the unmistakable sound of inhaling. What was it with people in The Immortal's home smelling her? There was something animalistic about it, something her body responded to in a way she was unfamiliar with. A tightening kneaded between her thighs, acute and incendiary, as though she needed only the faintest suggestion to combust.
    "Purity emanates from your body like ripples on the surface of water." His hand cupped beneath her left breast, plump skin spilling in between his fingers. "With only the slightest persuasion..." She gasped as his fingers tightened around the mound of flesh, sending a direct line of current down to the apex of her thighs. "You feel it, don't you?"
    There wasn't a word she could think of to describe what she was feeling. His hand relaxed and swept generously down to her backside where it was quickly joined by a second hand, the wall of warmth so close to tangibility it made her skin prickle. If only she could see him...
    The air around her ear crackled with electricity, and she soon realized he was less than a breath away from it, his lips grazing so slightly against the delicate flesh as to not be there at all.
    "Let us see what power you truly possess," he whispered.
    Her remaining senses heightened, she heard him bend to her neck and felt the warmth of his parted lips as they met the crook of her neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head as his teeth scraped against skin, biting down without puncturing. His hands grasped at her backside as they had at her breasts, pillowing flesh between his outspread fingers.
    The exploration of her body quickened, hands and lips moving independently until she was awash in sensation, head tilted back and breath escaping from her parted lips as she succumbed to awareness. Around her the air buzzed with the low rumbling of electric current, an occasional arc snapping and fizzling above and around her. He bit down into her flesh again, this time at the pinch of extra flesh just beneath her navel. The delicate muscles of her pelvis contracted and she cried out, the sound so unnatural to her ears. A second followed, and before she could cry out for a third time he gripped his hands at her head and pulled it forward until their mouths were joined, the third expulsion of sound lost between their lips.
    She had never truly been kissed before. Never once tasted another's tongue with her own. Her instinct as the kiss slowed and deepened was to wrap her arms around him, to encase his body with