After the rhythm of their breathing and pulses slowed, they remained entwined at the base of the huge megalith, slowly sliding down, on the wet muddy grass.
Still shaken by reverberations of the moment they’d shared, they gazed at each other for a long while. He kissed her lips softly, saying regretfully:
“I’m sorry, I was too rough… Your lip is bleeding again.”
He let his forehead touch hers, continuing:
“I don’t know what happens to me when I’m with you, Linda. I simply lose control. You seem to unravel all that’s primitive and intense in me…”
She stroked his wet hair then whispered:
“I feel the same, my love. You don’t have to apologize. I think it’s something marvelous, a sensation very few couples experience.”
“Do you think it will last ‘till death do us part?”
“Yes,” she replied firmly. “I’m sure of that. Each time when I’m with you, my passion grows, it has never decreased in its intensity. And I know you feel the same thing. In any case, we have all the time in the world to find out together what we’ll feel for each other when we’ll grow old.”
He lifted his eyes to hers.
“Is it true, baby? Are you really gonna be my wife?”
He looked around, for the first time aware of where they were and what they were doing.
“This place is as strange as that forest, just in a different way. How can I be sure you’re real, that this wasn’t just a dream or another… paranormal experience, surreal, like that one?” he asked, caressing her cheek, tracing with his fingers the falling raindrops.
Linda smiled, in an enigmatic way he found extremely sexy.
“It’s real, alright, my love. Everything is real – you, me, this place. It’s not a dream. Nor was what we lived together in the Baciu forest.”
He raised his eyebrows, surprised by her answer, then watched in amazement as she slightly detached herself from his body and took out something from the pocket of her white sweater, now soaking wet. She lifted her hand, revealing the object she held.
It was a white ivory-like rock, which perfectly fit in her palm. In the darkness that had fallen over Stonehenge plateau, the object emanated a bizarre phosphorescent glow. It had many edges, some of them rounded, some elongated, all reflecting light in a strangely spectacular way.
Linda triumphantly lifted her gaze to him, her eyes brilliant with odd light reflections.
“Remember this?”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Anca-Melinda Coliolu, writing as Melinda De Ross, lives in her native Romania with her husband and a pair of rude parrots. She attended Law School and got her degree but worked as a journalist for several newspapers, polishing her writing skills.
It never occurred to her that she wanted a career as an author until she began writing, as therapy to get perspective on a crucial part of her life.
Melinda was a professional target shooter for a decade, winning multiple National Championships. She was breaking records in her teens until health issues forced her to give up the sport.
Out of that heartbreak, Rendezvous with Hymera – her first novel – started taking shape and so began her career as a Romantic Suspense author.
Melinda has always been a fan of writers like Diana Gabaldon, Nora Roberts and Sandra Brown. Currently she weaves romance into tales laced with the paranormal and occult. Her interests in yoga, philosophy and a large range of other disciplines give her work depth and color.
Her next project, the series Coriola, begins with the first book, Mirage Beyond Flames, released in December 2013.
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