With his palms flush against her ass, his fingers pressed into her skin slightly. Kamillia felt him tremble. Her eyes misted, caught up in the energy flowing from him to her like a great typhoon whipping around her heart and carrying it away. Touched again by the way he steadied her tenuous steps on the mattress as she moved toward him, she swallowed hard to quiet the butterflies in her stomach. He took his hands from her hips and pulled them forward, only to caress down over her mound. She pushed her heated sex against him on instinct, so all he had to do was lean a bit forward to taste her. Her moan blended with his. Then, he ran his fingers over her lips like she was preciously fragile.
As he looked up her body, watching her with eyes filled with the darkness of his lust, she lowered herself over his hard cock in one swift, fluid motion. He set his jaw in a rigid line.
“Kamillia?” The question of her name, his last ditch effort to stop their joining was futile coming off the hiss of his exhalation.
“Stop fighting what you want. Let me be with you.” She ran her hands through his dark hair and let her arms circle his neck.
He grasped her hips again, moving her up a bit, and she tensed her inner muscles around him, desperate to maintain the connection.
As if in surrender, he pulled her down to cover him completely, gently pressing his forehead against hers.
Kamillia cupped his cheeks in her hands. Hence, she gave him a brief kiss of thanks, absorbing the energy he radiated. Reveling in the extraordinary way she felt desired, loved, and cherished with a man she had only met yesterday, she pushed everything else aside and let the feeling wash through her and rebuild her. With her eyes closed, she ran her hands down over his neck and shoulders, dipping and curving over the ridges of his muscles.
“Relax, Luca.”
He pulled his palms up her sides to her breasts. His touch ignited her skin, and there were moments when she opened her eyes she thought she could see sparks of light emanating from where their flesh met. Her fingers pressed into his chest until the tips were achingly white. It was clear he didn’t care as he pulled her into a full embrace and kissed her with a gentle hunger. She moved over him in time with the waves of their ecstasy.
He found her mouth with his lips again, and fisting his hands into the back of her hair, he plundered her mouth savagely. She liked feeling possessed by him, and refused to think of how that could be as she pulled away to scream out her orgasm. The waves rolled through her, tightening every muscle until they were taut before releasing a wave of relaxation. She slumped against his chest, and he lowered them down flat on the mattress.
“I don’t know what you do to me, but I am being so reckless. I didn’t even ask you to put on any protection.”
“I can’t…” He broke off, and she could see the tension coming back into his face.
She was not going to let him guilt himself now. She had been just as much a party to this. She slithered down his body and took as much of his hard cock as she could into her mouth. Sucking hard as she pulled her mouth from his shaft, she followed up its slick length with her hand. On a mission, she used one hand to work the base of it, as she manipulated her other hand around his balls in a restrained squeeze. Continuing to suck on the tip, she felt possessed, working him according to her own sense of frenzy at having him in her mouth.
“Kamillia,” he roared her name, but she didn’t even miss a beat. Finally, she had him crying out in a deep kind of moan as his hips lifted off the bed. His seed shot into her mouth, and she took it all as best she could. Some she swallowed and some ran down over his engorged, reddish, satin skin. His hands were back in her hair, holding her over him.
She waited patiently for his movements to stop before she tried to come up for a much-needed full breath of air.
As he sat up, his every abdominal muscle was defined by the action. He pulled her into his arms, and she felt their stomachs tremble against each other.
“I hope that…”
“Don’t say anything,” she cut him off once again. She was not going to let him ruin this moment with thoughts of it. She nuzzled into his chest more, and he let out a full breath and wrapped her up tighter in his arms as they folded as one back against the pillows.
Chapter Six
As they pulled up to the church later, he was surprised to not see her grandfather's, car there, or any other vehicle for that matter. His hand on hers, he stopped her from getting out of the car, half-heartedly returning her own pathetic attempt at a smile with a quizzical widening of his eyes. Both of their faces relaxed into genuine smiles, forgetting the situation before them for a moment longer.
“You must be feeling better, or rested, judging by the look on your face,” he stated.
He longed to touch her again, to commit every angle of her to memory.
“I am just really happy all of the sudden. Not sure I can explain that, though, given where we are, not knowing exactly what I am about to face.”
She lied, he felt, or at least embellished the truth to avoid telling him the true reason for her smile.
“I have been here for so long now. For the last several years before my grandmother’s death, I had moved around quite a bit, invariably researching the next story every place I went. Only, once Mammie died, I couldn’t leave Poppie. So, I guess I got stuck in one place too long. Now, this place looks foreign to me.”
“I should call your grandfather. See where he is. Maybe he forgot something at home and went back for it.”
Luca looked out the car window to see the skyline once more. Over the rise and fall of her chest, he could see the skyline; observe the darkening energy swirling over Salem, which seemed worse here at this church. Although, it was only visible to a Watcher like himself, it affected the minds of everyone there. He worried, honestly. This place gave him the creeps, and he was no more jazzed about being here than she was. However, he trusted the signs as Ahti had warned him to do.
He called her grandfather, but the man didn’t pick up.
“Maybe he is driving, or has his phone turned off,” he explained to the puzzled expression on her face when he ended the call without speaking.
“Are you ready to begin all of this explaining you have to do, since we seem to have some waiting to do?” She leaned in a little closer and whispered in his ear. “I mean, I can still feel the latent sensations of having you inside of me, and I don’t even know where you are from.”
His entire body became rigid as a sickness rolled through his stomach. He should have never let it happen. Although, he would do it again even if he already knew the price he would have to pay for his transgressions. She grabbed his hand tighter, and he felt the same positive energy rolling off of her as he did after her orgasm.
“Listen, Kamillia,” he said, turning to her and covering over the top of her hand with his other one, “what I am going to tell you, only because I at least owe you the full truth now, will be harder to understand and believe than anything you have learned so far.”
“This information would be more unbelievable than a demon type possession or whatever whoever did to me, like a group of business men invoking the devil? More unbelievable than you and my Poppie lighting up like Christmas trees when you saved my life? And, more unbelievable than the fact I am a witch, as were my parents, with some mystical powers I don’t understand flowing through my veins? Oh, well, then maybe we should wait before you shake up my world again.”
“I know I am being selfish here,” he swallowed to try to take the anger and fear from his voice, “but I would prefer to tell you when you are trapped in a stationary place so you cannot run out on me without hearing me out.”
“That bad? Now you are scaring me.” The teasing humor which had accompanied her questions a moment before had begun fading with each word she spoke.
“I know. I can feel it coming off of you,” he said, looking at her aura, watching the colors changing.
“I may not be as in tune with my magic as you are to yours, but I can feel some p
retty big negative emotions coming from you, too.”
“I’m sorry, I just feel so guilty about what I let happen between us, and at the same time I—”
“Do you regret it?” She cut him off as she turned to face him, and he wanted to relax the furrow of her brow with a kiss. Yet, he didn’t dare. “I mean, do you wish it had not happened?”
“No, I… I can’t be completely honest with you about how I feel, because I don’t think I am being completely honest with myself. And, that is the absolute truth there. I guess I should regret it. It would be the right thing to do. It was wrong of me. But, no, I don’t regret it. Selfishly I…”
She laughed, “That is the first time I have understood every word you said.”
“Good.” He gave himself a moment to look at her, savoring the way she lovingly gazed at him at him before he told her he wasn’t even fully human, that his form was a dead, immortal one. After he told her, she may never look at him like that again.
“Tell me, Luca. I promise I will not overreact or hate you. I will try as best I can to think it all out with an open mind. There is nothing to worry about. I am trying to come to grips with the whole magic thing. I think I am doing pretty well, in fact. You were a welcome distraction this afternoon. I find it odd how quickly I have come to feel so close to you, but I am guessing maybe it is a magic thing. I mean, you have it and I have it. Does that give us a connection? But regardless of that, I need to know how you knew I read minds. It is impossible for you to know that. And, why can’t I read yours? Look, I promise to not get mad or accuse you of making anything up.”
“I won’t hold you to that,” he said, his voice catching as tears stung his eyes, leaving him shocked at even having such a reaction.
“Just tell me. It can’t be as bad as the guilt I am going to soon lay on you for keeping a secret from me,” she teased.
“Have you ever heard people talk about universal consciousness?”
“Yes, some people believe the positive or negative energies we emit out into the atmosphere mix together, and in turn, the mixture of these energies affects everyone.”
“Right, it does.”
“So, with all of your talk about magic manipulating energy, it makes sense you would believe this to be true.”
“I guess I would have to because my job is to watch over it.”
“Watch over what?”
“We call it The River of Light, but it is really a mystic force field which covers the earth in regular intervals to create geometric patterns that look like a grid. This is what is studied by those who believe in sacred geometry, and it is detectable by humans through the use of dowsing rods...”
“Humans? As opposed to what?”
“Please, let me get this all out,” he pleaded, and he hated the edge he could hear in his voice. “This grid is the essence, the fabric, of the universe. Over time it shows the evolution of this collective consciousness. Its energy creates the duality of your experiences. On one level, you are affected by your own personal energy, but on the other you are also affected by the combined energy of every living thing in the whole world. This energy connects us all. It is the only true reality of the current human condition. Are you following me so far?”
“Yes, I have heard all of this explained before, but rather as an invisible grid of energy. I have read of people who can feel it, and, to some extent, see it in auras, I guess.”
“Right, but this meridian system, or grid, can be seen as a matrix of light and sound and color to someone like me.” He held up his hand to stop her from interjecting.
“It flows like water, shimmering with its fluctuations. It continually changes with the interplay of positive and negative emotions. People have been aware of it for a long time, even building sacred places at its intersecting points where the power is the strongest. Some have tried to manipulate it or tried to capture its energy with man made structures.”
“I know all of this from my research Luca, about stone circles, medicine wheels, and Celtic knots.”
“Good. Then you can also surmise that today it is over burdened by a troubled world. The rapid changes mankind has had to endure have provoked fear and uncertainty in many. These are negative emotions, of course, which only increase the problem. Plus, add in the man made toxins and electromagnetic fields, and the way man keeps building, interfering with the earth’s natural energy flow…”
“Okay, I get it. But, you can see this grid?”
“Yes, I can. Those who are like me are always seeking to restore it, to balance the earth with the heavens.”
“And, this is because of your magic? Will I be able to see it someday, too?”
“I hope not.”
“Why?”
“Because Kamillia, and please don’t freak out on me here, you would have to be dead to be able to do so. I am what is called a Watcher. I was granted immortal life to watch over The River, the grid.”
“Immortal, as in you will live forever?” He could see by her face, and tell by her energy he was losing her here, but to her credit she had not run screaming from the car. “So, do you not age either, like the vampires?”
“I get it. You don’t believe me. But, let me get this all out, and then you can choose not to believe me all you want. My body does not age because I was granted immortality when I died in my final life. I died hundreds of years ago, although I don’t know how or even who I was in life. All I know is that this was my body when I died. My spirit has been housed in it forever. It works differently when I am watching over The River of Light in my own realm than when I am sent to earth and it becomes fully human again. I am sent to Earth to protect and to help the people who are instrumental in unblocking certain portals.
“Hold on a minute,” he said because he could see her mouth forming a word. “There are points in The River where the energy intersects over the earth. At these points a portal is created. At these portals, many ancient religions built their places of worship. Unfortunately, when bad things happen in a church like the persecutions involved in the latter day witch hunts, these portals become blocked with the negative energy of the event. Then, they have to be cleansed. I am called a Watcher, because I watch the energy activity from my post at The River for exactly these types of disturbances which leave negative energy clogging the portals.”
When she didn’t speak with his pause, he continued to fill the silence, “Polluted lower levels must be cleansed and realigned to the Source. This could be important now, so close to another shift of the Earth's poles. We hope for a collective quantum jump in the stream of consciousness of the people, because the Earth will not survive long if the western scientific, materialistic, and progress oriented paradigm continues to consume the world.”
“Please, stop all of this scientific talk for a minute. I need to back up here, because you felt quite human to me earlier.”
“I am in my human form, fully, when I am on earth. I retain this body even when I am at The River, only with the atmospheric differences it works a little differently. And, I don’t age.”
“You are dead. You are telling me that I not only just hours ago made love to a dead guy, but I have just agreed to travel to Italy with a nut job who believes himself to be dead? No, wait, not dead but immortal, and given a live human body to wander the earth in and fuck the women he claims to protect!” Her voice had been a whispered hiss, but he still glanced around him to see if anyone had heard, realizing a second too late that they were completely alone here.
Shaking his head, he watched as she threw her body back into her seat, forcing her arms out straight and pushing on her thighs.
“Take some time, Kamillia. Let it settle a bit before you start making judgments. Trust your senses, okay. What do you feel when you are with me?”
She paused for a moment before she lashed out at him without moving from her exasperated position. “Oh, yeah that helps a lot!” She huffed out a breath. “No, wait, I think you felt alive.”
“This may
or may not help my case right now, but you can ask your grandfather when he gets here. He knows exactly what I am. Some humans are trusted with the information when the time is right. Ahti, the Watcher who made me immortal, told your Poppie when your mom and dad died. I am telling you now, because I thought after what happened between us you deserved to know. Now, I am guessing by your reaction to my question as to what you felt when you are with me, that I was not the only one feeling…something.” He let out a deep breath in a rush, bracing himself and fearing the worse, but, stupidly, still hoping for the best. Her energy was so confusing at the moment; he was having a hard time reading her.
“Right, what I feel when I am with you. Well, let’s review. No real sense in holding anything back now, right? I mean, you are either dead or crazy.” She rolled her head to the side to look intently at him. The pain in her eyes, which shimmered through her tears, turned the invisible knife that had already been lodged into his chest. He refused to squirm under her penetrating stare, giving her the time she needed to process everything he had just laid on her. “So, I might as well tell the truth for my own sanity since yours is questionable. Maybe if I say it out loud, it will sound crazy to me and I can let it all go.”
She took another deep breath, pulling the very air from his lungs it seemed. Then she continued, “I guess, at first, you would have called it simply being horny, but then I felt like I had known you forever. Something was so familiar about you I let my guard down. Then, you were right there every time I needed someone last night. I went from physical pain to mental confusion and you were right there holding me. When we were together this afternoon, it didn’t feel like the first time, it felt like it had been too long since the last. I felt like I had always loved you. I thought, after all of this magic hocus pocus, I was truly losing it. Now, I know I am because I wanted to be with someone who already had lost their ever loving mind.” She failed to even cringe with her abrupt honesty. Her eyes got more distant and vacant even as she spoke such intimate words.
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