Titan Rising 2 (Syalantian 2) Read Online Free Page B

lips… not being able to hold you, caress you and share these feelings with you. I thought I would explode." His husky voice serenading my soul while his sweet breath aroused steaming rivulets from my core, cascading and infusing every cell in my body with a happy, bubbly warmth.
    The truth is I felt the same way. My every waking moment the last couple of months has been plagued with a disturbing need to be with the alien man of my dreams. Images from my dreams with him filled my mind bringing me unspeakable joy. And torment because I knew he wasn’t there when I woke up. More often than not, I was sure the men with the big butterfly net were on their way to catch me. I was losing my mind. But just knowing he'd be waiting for me when I closed my eyes had made my days easier. Made them better.
    Using two fingers under my chin, he gently tilted my head back to reacquire my gaze. “My body and my heart have known you since our first shared dream dance,” he uttered.
    At his last statement I arched a questioning brow , “Um, what’s a dream dance?”
    A wide smile brightened his face but his voice remained serious. “It is what you and I have been experiencing every night the last couple of months, my Asanti,” he remarked as a heated look flitted behind his emerald eyes.
    “Actually, dream dancing is what my grandmother had called it. Syalantian royals call it the Aska-louw. After the age of maturity, when one of the royal bloodlines quests for their perfect mate, our unique physiology allows us to make first contact in the dream realm. Most often it happens with another Syalantian. In which case, both parties are fully aware during their waking dream and they can explore each other in ways that circumstance and distance may not have otherwise allowed.”
    “But I am not a Syalantian,” I reminded.
    “You are correct,” he admitted. “In our case, the dream dancing was less discerning in the beginning and slow to flourish. Also, due to your different physiology you had less control over the dreamscape than a Syalantian would. But I ensure you my Asanti, the strength of our bond is second to none,” he noted with a smile.
    “You keep calling me Asanti. What on earth does it mean?” I demanded.
    He pondered the answer for a minute and then he explained, “The word Asanti does not have a direct translation to your language. The closest word you have is soul-mate.” 
    I raised another questioning eyebrow as my pragmatic side did not exactly jump on board with that one.
    “I guess I have to appeal to your sensible mind, as well my sweet Emery,” he chuckled, amused by my reaction. “Ok. Here it goes. As you may already know all physical mater, our bodies, the water, the earth even the air we breathe is made of energy. All of these energies have frequencies. Each person has a unique energy frequency or signature.” Holding my hand he pulled it into his and placed it on his main heart. “People who experience the dream dance together have almost identical energy frequencies. Their energies vibrate in a synchronous rhythm or dance, hence the term ‘dream dancing,’” he winked.
    “The attraction between those with synchronous energies is as strong if not stronger than the gravitational pull of a sun. The first time two such people make love in the physical world, an unbreakable bond will be forged. A joining of bodies. A blissful surging of energies. A complete union of souls. Forever...,” he whispered, leaning in as he began to brush his lips against the side of my face as gentle as a feather, burning my nerve endings with every touch.
    “I have been admiring your strength and your restraint since we first met. The need for true physical contact between two dream dancers is very powerful. Overwhelming and all-consuming. And yet, you’ve managed to elude me 3 times already, my beautiful Asanti,” he beamed with what seemed like satisfaction and pride in his ravenous eyes.
    I found the strength to pull