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asked her to place her right hand on her heart and took her left wrist. Theron marveled at the tender touch, her wonderful gentle hands. Theron knew them so well.
    White Elder looked proudly into her daughter’s emerald eyes as Theron recited her vows in a powerful, clear voice. She finished and they embraced again for a long time.
    â€œI hope that you will join me for a walk … alone, before dinner,” White Elder requested, eyeing Marcus casually. “I will fetch you from your chamber in two hours,” she said. Theron looked from her mother to Marcus.
    â€œOf course, Mother,” Theron smiled.
    â€œLet’s go,” Theron said, taking Marcus’s hand. He joined step with her, grateful at the prospect of them being alone.
    When they arrived at her quarters, a fire had been lit and a variety of delicious food had been laid out. The couple rested together on a wide settee, her head on his chest, alternately kissing, sipping wine, and discussing their future.
    â€œWe can still have our life and our own family wherever we end up,” Marcus said. “We can do everything we planned, just in a new place.”
    â€œI hope so,” Theron smiled. “But there is no rush. I sense that we are going to have a heavy load.”
    â€œI can’t stop thinking about how we united in the Grid. It was so beyond this material world. I can still feel you in every cell of me,” he breathed, as she nestled against his neck. She looked up into his eyes.
    â€œThere was so much more … awareness,” she said. It was … like I was you. I had an entirely new perspective. I felt your feelings … but so far beyond our senses … like we traded souls.”
    â€œNot traded, connected. I felt all of you and me both, simultaneously,” he corrected gently.
    â€œWe are spiritually bonded,” she said, hugging him closely.
    â€œForever,” he said lovingly.
    â€œForever,” she replied.
    He looked down at her, her eyelids heavy and full of passion, and pulled her up to him. He kissed her deeply and turned his body to meet hers directly on. She felt his excitement, and it increased as she pushed as closely to him as she could. They kissed and touched eagerly through their clothing, his hand rubbing and urging her on. She stroked his chest and ran her hand firmly down his body, stopping between his legs and holding him, so excited, so ready.
    Marcus was nearly out of his mind when Theron released him and slowly moved away. She stood up, and he reached out to stop her. She tenderly moved his hands away and, instead of stepping back or taking a break as she would have done in the past, crossed her arms in front of her and took hold of her robe by either hip. She pulled the garment easily over her head, and the action lifted her thick, tawny hair and sent it cascading down her naked shoulders.
    She stood smiling down at him, the firelight licking her freckled skin, just as he desired to do. He feverishly reached out to touch her. He sat on the edge of the settee now, his hands on her hips. She stood in front of him and he pressed his lips to the flat, soft skin of her belly. He moved down, kissing, licking, and pleasing her. She made small sounds, her breathing quickening, her hands stroking his hair and shoulders.
    She whispered that she was ready. They had waited so long, so many years; their energy was undeniable and eternally connected. They shifted to the sofa, kissing lovingly and holding each other tightly so that their skin touched in every way possible. They moaned in pleasure as he entered her.
    They found themselves exactly in the moment, not worried about the past or future. She opened her eyes and—whoosh!—there was a tug right at the core of her. He felt it too, and their spirits and energies mingled and twisted. He closed his eyes, trying to stay there forever, to make it last forever. I don’t have words for this , she thought.
    â€œI love