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wanted to get closer, needed to be up against him. Their tongues melded together before pushing apart, only to thrust into each other’s mouths again.
    Gabe petted her pussy. She shuddered. No one else had ever touched her there before. With one finger, he teased her until he plunged it into the moist folds of her dripping pussy.
    “You’re so wet.” He sniffed the air. “It smells like manna from heaven. I may have to keep you this way, permanently.”
    Now that sounded like an idea, but first she needed fulfillment and that meant getting Gabe inside her immediately. But then he was stroking her clit. Stars appeared before her eyes and she had to close them to block out the brightness.
    “That’s it. Come for me.” Her body obliged his command. Pressure built inside her until she exploded around his hand. Her pussy drenched, and shivers traveled up and down her spine.
    Gabriel continued to stroke her through her convulsions until she fell back down to earth. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her.
    “I love you, beautiful lady. I’ve watched you for so long. You’re just … perfection.”
    She swallowed, his declaration bringing out such emotion that it clogged up her throat. “Would you be inside of me now? Please?”
    “No need to ask me twice. Ever.”
    Carrie had a moment to wonder if Gabriel’s large cock would actually fit inside her. She’d known he’d be big when fully erect, but she hadn’t really considered the mechanics of the whole thing. However, all thoughts and worries fled her mind when he actually plunged within her warmth. The earth changed its axis and the moon dropped from the sky. Or maybe all of that only happened in her mind.
    Seconds later, he’d filled her entirely. “We’re perfect together.” She breathed because that was all she could manage to do. “Made for one another.”
    “I knew we would be.” Gabriel moved within her. He started out slowly. She groaned, wrapping her legs tighter around him. She wanted more … needed more.
    “Yes.” Gabriel’s word came out as barely a whisper while his body picked up speed. Gone was the slow, easy pace of earlier and in its place was a fast pounding of their bodies together.
    The friction brought her orgasm back on her but this time with no warning. A wave of frantic pleasure she hadn’t known existed shook her body. If Gabe hadn’t been on top of her she would have reared off the ground. He shouted her name and she knew he would follow her into the oblivion she thought might consume them both.
    If they never came back, it would be worth it. The thought left her mind one second before she shattered into a million pieces.
    Time might have stalled. It might have sped up. She had no idea. Eventually, she opened her eyes. Gabriel must have pulled her into his arms and traded places with her because now she lay on top of him. When had that happened? She blinked, trying to clear her vision.
    “Can you see that?” Gabe pointed up at the sky.
    She rubbed her eyes. Yes, she saw something. “Is that a white light? Like the light that appears when we shift?”
    He kissed her shoulder. “Yep. But it’s the other things that are happening which are interesting to me.”
    A stream of colors came out of the white light. No, she amended her thought, looking closer. A stream of colors came out of Gabe and entered her. Her heart rate sped up. Not only that, but the same thing happened with her. He was getting something from her.
    Her body felt sluggish but relaxed. Happiness the likes of which she’d never known made tears spill from her eyes. “Is that our souls?”
    “Yes.” His voice had lowered. It sounded rough, as if he held back his own emotions. “I’m getting your soul, Carrie. I’ve never been so filled with strength, love, compassion—everything good in the universe.”
    She rubbed her hand over his chest. Red strength, blue compassion, and a steel-colored resolve mixed with the brightness of love—orange