NEWBORN: Book One of the Newborn Trilogy (37 page)

I grin, saying, “Oh yes. I quite agree.”

With that, I lead him to bed.

With a rose in one hand, Gabriel in the other
– and the whole time surrounded by thousands of tiny red candles on
the sand – I walk to the white bed. With only candles to guide our
steps, we move through them.

Avoiding catching fire.

From here the expansiveness of Eld Inlet
dawns. The candlelight is enough to illuminate the outlines of
trees in the distance as they wind their way around the inlet on
both sides. More than anything it’s the sound of water lapping
against the shore that I love. It’s fantastically calming – like a
blanket falling over me again and again. The night above smiles
down on us like heaven’s blessing.

No sooner do we reach the bed than Gabriel
takes me in his arms and kisses me. Oh the pleasure! Oh the fire in
my mouth devouring him! A consciousness can only take so much.
Gabriel is trying to push me to the limit. I’m going to let him
try, for I am totally and completely carnivorous.

Gabriel is grasping me around the waist and
lifting me to bed. To be treated like a princess! I get it now. Get
why girls everywhere are fascinated by the idea. To be on a
pedestal and treated like royalty. Or to be on a white bed above
the waves surrounded by candles and treated like royalty.

He’s upon me. Ripping clothes from my body.
My gray turtleneck comes flying over my head. I’m freezing, already
missing my magical turtleneck. Next my jeans, leaving me nearly
naked. Just my bra and panties now.

Gabriel stops here. But only with me.
Shrugging out of his jade robes, he promptly throws them over the
headboard. He tosses me his wand, which I narrowly manage to catch
before it goes flying to the flames. He slips off his T-shirt, then
his jeans. Then his boxers.

He’s naked!

In a second he’s under the sheets with all
but his torso covered. Grinning at me. Geez, what a tease! I don’t
blame him for wanting to be covered – it’s freezing! Throwing the
covers over me I join him underneath. Soon as I’m comfortable he
grabs me around the middle with his strong arms.

His mouth is on me. Kissing me. Sucking me.
Devouring me whole. It’s wondrous! Unbelievable. Best of all it’s
happening to
me
. His tongue twists and cavorts in my mouth,
winding my body and soothing my soul at the same time. I can’t
believe I get to do this. Can’t believe I get to do
him
!

Sometimes I think I’m dreaming. That I will
wake up in the Silverado on the way to Olympia, Washington to move
in. That I will never meet Gabriel. Or believe in magic. Or have a
mother who ignores me. Or a body that denies food for two months.
Sometimes I think none of its real.

Now – as I lay on a white bed surrounded by
candles with the inlet surrounding us and Gabriel making love to me
– is one of those times. It’s too good to be real. Too fantastic
for truth. There isn’t enough room for this in the practical world.
This is the stuff of imagination. Of dreams. Or is it?

I break off our kiss. “Gabriel!”

He’s panting, turquoise eyes wide, his blond
hair a lovely mess. “Yeah?”

“You saved my life!” I gasp. “You saved it
here – on this beach!” I’m almost crying. I don’t understand it.
Can’t understand it. I’m so overwhelmed by everything happening to
me. “I – I don’t think I ever said thank you,” I say to him, a lone
tear escaping down my face. “Thank you!”

I hear the waves that nearly took my life
lapping against the beach.

Gabriel doesn’t answer me. Instead, he
reaches behind my back with one hand and snaps my bra apart. With
the other, he pulls my panties down my legs, throwing them over the
side of the bed.

I’m naked. Prostrate before him. His for the
taking. For the having. For the devouring. Geez, I’m so ready for
him… So,
so
wet down there. Unimaginably. Soaked. My tears
cannot keep up.

Rolling on top, he’s kissing me madly –
furiously – filling every crevice of my being ever left abandoned.
I can’t begin to understand my feelings. But as the pleasure soaks
me, I begin to understand something.

Gabriel is
my
wizard. He always will
be.
Always
– until we’re both dead and buried. Kiri, Wolf,
and Mom can all go suck it along with everyone else in my life,
because Gabriel is the one who matters. We are meant for each
other. I understand it now. That this world is built for us.

Marble thighs embrace me as he makes love to
me. Hands groping all over, from behind my back and neck to over my
front and – best of all – breasts. I’m on fire! Burning for him, my
wizard, my one and only! Flames are upon me, embracing my
consciousness like a long lost relative. To be on fire for Gabriel
is to be on fire for life. To know what it means to be alive. So
completely amazing!

I have no idea. Not yet.

Releasing my mouth, Gabriel sinks lower on
the cool, white sheets.

Trees wave in the distance. The candles are
burning steady while the moon is barely visible behind faraway
clouds. Closing my eyes, I listen to waves as they lap against the
shore.
This
is living. This is what it’s about. I know
now.

Then he licks my pussy.

Oh heavenly life inside my body. Inside my
heart. Inside my soul and bearing. How you surprise me evermore. I
gasp the night air. The shock of this spasmodic pleasure drowns me,
but it’s not taking my life this time. No. It’s freeing me!
Reviving me! Bringing me back! Wondrous unknown. Give yourself to
me!

Raising his head from between my legs,
Gabriel smacks his lips. “Tasty!”

“What does it taste like?” I gasp, blushing
hot red. “Chai latte?”

Swiping his blond hair to the side of his
forehead, he beams at me. “With a touch of nutmeg,” he adds
thoughtfully.

“I –!” I never get to finish.

For Gabriel is upon me again. Making love to
my pussy. And I’m writhing in pleasure on white sheets. Surrounded
by candles beneath an evanescent moon. With the sound of waves in
my ears. The pleasure is so intense I’m shuddering against the bed
and gasping the cool, ocean air.

This is too much. Too much pleasure for one
body. It takes all my effort to stop from crying out. I keep it
inside while Gabriel’s tongue is there. Licking, eating, and – most
of all –
pleasuring
. This is pleasure beyond any I’ve known.
So intense I have to move. I can’t remain still or flames will
engulf me.

Twisting to the side, the feeling of his
tongue on me, I glimpse something on the ground. My panties burned
to a crisp. Falling on a candle, they were leveled in the heat of
the flames. I can understand. I know how my panties must have felt.
For
I
am burning with sensuous, massaging pleasure. With
every whip of his tongue I’m set aflame again. I can’t believe I’ve
ever been cold.

This is writhing fire. Eating me. Consuming
me. I’ve never felt so alive!

My wizard comes into view again. He licks his
lips luxuriously. “Delicious,” he pants. His face is hot and
sweaty. His blond hair a gorgeous, tousled mess. Turquoise eyes
burning. Alive with desire. Pouncing forward, he flips me onto my
side. He’s making love to me – to my mouth this time.

I kiss passionately, feeling my body
shuddering against him. The sizzling sensation of his tongue
against my pussy is still reverberating in my body, making me pulse
and quake with aftershocks. I can’t help it. I’m at the mercy of
his every flick. Blushing furiously all the while. I can’t believe
he licked me there!

Wait – I can, actually. I
can
taste it
in his mouth. I don’t distinguish it, but I know he tastes
different than before. It’s not a pleasant change, and it does
not
taste like chai latte with nutmeg. How does he taste
that? Geez, I hope he’s not lying for my benefit! I’m flushing
crazily at the thought. Who knows? Maybe it tastes good to him.
Maybe things taste different to boys than girls.

As our kiss goes on, the strange taste
disintegrates so I’m left with what I love. The taste of magic. The
taste of sugar and cinnamon. The taste of Gabriel. Never fails to
satisfy. The marble of his skin is soaking into me, the turquoise
of his eyes glassy and desperate. He’s never wanted me more.

Eyes aren’t the lone signal.

I feel him against my left thigh. Massive and
unrestrained. Oh geez, I’m going to have to deal with that. It’s no
wonder girls are easier to ignore when aroused. Girls aren’t this
obvious! Or maybe it’s because I’m a girl… In any case, I reach
down and grasp him firmly in my hand.

Turquoise eyes widen as a gasp escapes him.
He didn’t expect me to be so forceful. Smiling sweetly at him, I
massage his tip with my thumb. “Your turn,” I say.

And I’m on him, licking away.

He’s so,
so
full in my mouth.
Stretching me apart. I don’t remember him being this aroused last
time. Could have noticed that much from his eyes. But there’s no
denying it – out of the two times I’ve made love to his cock, this
is by far the harder one. This is going to take a while.

I lick his shaft up and down and down and up.
I swirl my tongue around his tip, catching any and all escaping
residue. Gabriel exhales with a sigh and groans with pleasure as he
relaxes into the pillows. It’s his turn to enjoy the candles and
the waves, and mine to give my tongue some exercise.

As I lather him, I ponder a philosophical
question.

Can you
make love
to a penis? Can you
use those words? I always thought you
made love
to something
soft, like lips for instance. Or my pussy. A dick is always hard
and unwavering. There’s extremely little graceful about it. Can you
make love
to something like it? Hard to say. In any case, he
who gives shall receive. Gabriel gave to me beyond the limits of my
imagination.

So – remembering to breathe – I drench his
tip in my tongue. Licking him again and again and again, I swirl
around and around and around. I pump his shaft while sucking. If
Gabriel’s groans are any indication, he’s feeling good.

Waves are lapping against the shore. The moon
is still hiding and the trees have grown quiet now the wind has
settled. Candles are at last burning low, their time nearly upon
us. I don’t need them, because the fire is inside me. Burning!
Roaring!

Swiping my hair over my ear, I close my eyes
and sink my mouth to his cock again. I never make it that far. His
hand has intercepted my chin and is turning my face up to his.
Turquoise eyes are burning with a soft glaze. A sensuously wanting
expression on his face. He’s been lathered in pleasure. Wants
more.

“You’re welcome,” he breathes.

I stare in utter disbelief. Is he serious
right now? Is he actually saying ‘you’re welcome’ after I make love
to his penis for fifteen minutes? Better be sure before I fly off
the handle. “For what?” I gasp, still panting.

“For saving your life.”

“Oh!” I exclaim. “I –”

Gabriel flips me onto my stomach. My sentence
is lost forever. I look back. He’s there – his blond hair a mess
above wild eyes. His marble skin glistening with sweat. I haven’t
time to take in more, for Gabriel has pulled my legs out from under
me so I collapse on my stomach. Oh geez!

He has me. I’m his for the taking. Will he
take me? Oh yes he will!

Seizing my legs in his strong hands, Gabriel
forces them apart. It’s there. Between them. His rock hard penis. I
close my eyes, dreading and wanting the moment at the same time. Am
I always so unreasonable? The moment when I think my wizard is
going to plunge his wand into me passes.

Surprised, I gaze backward. “If you don’t
want pain,” Gabriel begins, his eyes glassy, “I can take it away.
Tell me what to do.”

Our eyes lock, my breath catching in my
throat. “Fuck me,” I say.

He does.

Plunging inside me with his throbbing
massiveness, Gabriel groans as I yell in pain. This does hurt!
Gabriel doesn’t stop. He plunges into me again and again, his gasps
of pleasure punctuated intermittently with my gasps of pain. But I
notice it’s getting better. I’m adjusting to the feeling of him. To
the sheer size of him.

He’s thrusting into me wildly, the speed of
his thrusts increasing. It’s feeling better and better! The pain
subsiding, the pleasure rising. It’s coming fast and heavy, a
bursting sensation inside me. I yell out loud to the stars. Except
this time it’s a cry of incredible, relinquished pleasure. I’m
reborn!

Pain is gone. Consumed by pleasure. It’s as
though Gabriel flipped a switch. I’m shuddering against the bed,
grasping the pillows madly and soaking them in my sweat. I’m
burning down! Burning on this beach like the light of so many
candles. I’m on fire and unable to stop it now.

My very blood is aflame.

I feel it in my veins. Feel it crawling up
and down my arms and legs, licking, feeling, consuming. Devouring
everything I have to give. Everything I ever had to give. I can’t
take it! I can’t take it! I’m his now and evermore!

Gabriel thrusts into me harder and faster,
his gasps becoming rhythmic with my own. I feel his sweaty thighs
against mine. Feel his soul connecting. The sensation is so
unbelievably magical it’s as though I’m watching from the stars
above. Far off in the night sky, gazing down and gasping.

It’s coming, like a faraway song to bring the
end of my ways. For no consciousness can absorb this much pleasure
in one night and live to tell the tale. I realize I’ve given my
life to Gabriel. That I will die attached to him – that he alone
will live on. Because I’ve had my fill of life now. I’m spent.

“Fuck!” Gabriel roars. “Nora, get my wand! We
forgot –!”

It hits me.

We never did the birth control spell!

“No!” I scream.