waiting for an answer. He picked up a pair of tan
sneakers and went to the bed, setting them on the floor.
Kendra was still dazed.
Liam glanced down at her. She rested on
her back, head turned so she faced the room, the door, and Liam. Her hands
rested on the bed by her belly with her right knee slightly bent.
“As much as I love your comic book vixen
outfit, boots and all, not very practical for the raid we’re going on,
sweetheart.”
“W-what’s going on?” she stuttered. Her
lids fluttered in the assault of his energy, which wafted through the air and
reacted with her developing energy.
“Our powers are interacting. They’ll
draw out your own abilities, and very soon you’ll be just as strong as the rest
of us.”
He bent over her legs. She extended her
neck so her head rocked back in response to the nauseating sensation. Kendra
didn’t know what to do with herself. She wanted to vomit, pass out, and
physically try to remove the sensations all at the same time.
Liam unzipped her boots. The sound
startled her.
“Don’t worry,” he coaxed her, placing
his fingers on her exposed knee to calm her through his energy.
His power pushed back her nausea with a
tingling, numbing sensation that emanated from his touch. The feeling spread
through her body, branched out in her veins, and clawed toward her head. She
unknowingly lifted her knee, beckoning for more of his touch, more of his
addictive power. Though he hadn’t explained it to her, she understood his power
of persuasion was not faulty. He could make her do anything with this
intoxicating effect.
Chapter Eight
Liam slipped off one boot and unzipped
the other, placing his hand on Kendra’s calf as he did so. He watched her. To
his surprise, she seemed somewhat awake, watching him through hooded lids. She
lay motionless with one knee bent as his fingers stroked her calf, her stomach
concaved then sharply angled where her ribs met her heaving chest. Her loose
and untamed hair covered her shoulders.
The smile gradually faded from Liam’s
lips as he stared at her with the utmost longing. The girl from his past, the
one he’d been mentally and emotionally intimate with these past few years, laid
here within his grasp. Soon, she would be his.
Liam straightened his body and took one
long stride to the head of the bed. As he moved toward her, one finger brushed
her shin, knee, and thigh, leaving a trail of warmth from his powers so she
could relax and heal. Every scrape and bruise from her fall through the portal
vanished before his eyes.
He leaned over her, pushed against her
torso, and eased her flat against the bed with the gentle, heated pressing of
his body. She felt so good against him. The illusions allowed him to think of
what it would be like to touch her, but now he knew, and it didn’t compare to
the real thing.
He lifted his left hand and placed it on
her lower cheek. He wrapped his fingers beneath her ear and over the corner of
her jaw line. His thumb enticed her lips to part. His face, close to hers,
followed her as she leaned against the pillow.
Kendra watched his lips. He lowered his
gaze to her mouth.
Liam tilted his head to the right, his
mouth an inch from hers. His breath hit her lips when he spoke. Her body
shivered against him.
“I forget my own skill, but unlike my
illusions, you probably won’t remember this anyway.”
He couldn’t help it. He bent lower and
kissed the left corner of her mouth.
How long had he waited to taste her
lips, to touch her skin, to smell her hair?
Kendra moaned beneath the euphoric
sensations. Her lids fluttered and she succumbed to the darkness, closing her
eyes, hopefully unaware of the lips that caressed hers once again.
He chastised himself after the fact.
Shaking his head, Liam left the room before anything else happened. He closed
the bedroom door behind him.
“How’s she doing?” Nathan asked.
“She’s fine, but passed out.”
“We know what that means,” Lou
sneakers and went to the bed, setting them on the floor.
Kendra was still dazed.
Liam glanced down at her. She rested on
her back, head turned so she faced the room, the door, and Liam. Her hands
rested on the bed by her belly with her right knee slightly bent.
“As much as I love your comic book vixen
outfit, boots and all, not very practical for the raid we’re going on,
sweetheart.”
“W-what’s going on?” she stuttered. Her
lids fluttered in the assault of his energy, which wafted through the air and
reacted with her developing energy.
“Our powers are interacting. They’ll
draw out your own abilities, and very soon you’ll be just as strong as the rest
of us.”
He bent over her legs. She extended her
neck so her head rocked back in response to the nauseating sensation. Kendra
didn’t know what to do with herself. She wanted to vomit, pass out, and
physically try to remove the sensations all at the same time.
Liam unzipped her boots. The sound
startled her.
“Don’t worry,” he coaxed her, placing
his fingers on her exposed knee to calm her through his energy.
His power pushed back her nausea with a
tingling, numbing sensation that emanated from his touch. The feeling spread
through her body, branched out in her veins, and clawed toward her head. She
unknowingly lifted her knee, beckoning for more of his touch, more of his
addictive power. Though he hadn’t explained it to her, she understood his power
of persuasion was not faulty. He could make her do anything with this
intoxicating effect.
Chapter Eight
Liam slipped off one boot and unzipped
the other, placing his hand on Kendra’s calf as he did so. He watched her. To
his surprise, she seemed somewhat awake, watching him through hooded lids. She
lay motionless with one knee bent as his fingers stroked her calf, her stomach
concaved then sharply angled where her ribs met her heaving chest. Her loose
and untamed hair covered her shoulders.
The smile gradually faded from Liam’s
lips as he stared at her with the utmost longing. The girl from his past, the
one he’d been mentally and emotionally intimate with these past few years, laid
here within his grasp. Soon, she would be his.
Liam straightened his body and took one
long stride to the head of the bed. As he moved toward her, one finger brushed
her shin, knee, and thigh, leaving a trail of warmth from his powers so she
could relax and heal. Every scrape and bruise from her fall through the portal
vanished before his eyes.
He leaned over her, pushed against her
torso, and eased her flat against the bed with the gentle, heated pressing of
his body. She felt so good against him. The illusions allowed him to think of
what it would be like to touch her, but now he knew, and it didn’t compare to
the real thing.
He lifted his left hand and placed it on
her lower cheek. He wrapped his fingers beneath her ear and over the corner of
her jaw line. His thumb enticed her lips to part. His face, close to hers,
followed her as she leaned against the pillow.
Kendra watched his lips. He lowered his
gaze to her mouth.
Liam tilted his head to the right, his
mouth an inch from hers. His breath hit her lips when he spoke. Her body
shivered against him.
“I forget my own skill, but unlike my
illusions, you probably won’t remember this anyway.”
He couldn’t help it. He bent lower and
kissed the left corner of her mouth.
How long had he waited to taste her
lips, to touch her skin, to smell her hair?
Kendra moaned beneath the euphoric
sensations. Her lids fluttered and she succumbed to the darkness, closing her
eyes, hopefully unaware of the lips that caressed hers once again.
He chastised himself after the fact.
Shaking his head, Liam left the room before anything else happened. He closed
the bedroom door behind him.
“How’s she doing?” Nathan asked.
“She’s fine, but passed out.”
“We know what that means,” Lou
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