Free Stone Lover by A. C. Warneke

a few moments you are not going to remember any of this, my brothers, this building; and when you wake in the morning all of it will be a dream that quickly fades.” As he said the last word, her sexual energy spiked and he felt her climax tumble over him, trying to suck him into the abyss and failing to do so.
        He could feel his essence being pulled back into his corporeal body, the coldness that reminded him that he was still part of the living. And as tempting as it would be to remain in the ether world indefinitely, he enjoyed the physical realm too much to give it up all together. Even if he returned with an erection that required a manual release since the spiritual orgasm failed to bring him off. That was strange; usually when he cast a spell of that magnitude, where sex was a necessary element, he returned bodily sated.
        Curling his fist around his cock, he frowned; he felt … betrayed; the girl had proven all too easy to seduce. Her submission was, well, anti-climactic. He had been hoping for more of a struggle on her part; a willingness to fight for Vaughn. All in all, it was best that he was able to ensure her capitulation so easily; she obviously wasn’t worthy of Vaughn’s affection.
        His body still bristled with latent power, power that he thought he was going to have to use and did not. Perhaps he had been mistaken about the girl; perhaps she was just like everyone else. But how to explain her ability to resist his powers of suggestion while he held her in his arms? It had to have been a fluke, some quirk of fate.
        It would be better not telling Vaughn how easy it was to ensure their secrets. It would only hurt him to know the girl wasn’t worth the effort after all; that she would not have been worth the sacrifice Armand was sure Vaughn would have made. In that, he was grateful.
     
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        Melanie lay in her bed and stared up at the ceiling, Vanessa’s soft snoring was the only sound in the room since Frankie had taken a cab home rather than crash at the small apartment. Melanie’s thoughts tumbled and somersaulted over one another; a few hours ago she had sex in the bathroom of a bar with a complete stranger. The Whimsical Melanie temporarily disappeared and for that moment she had been replaced with the Daring and Adventurous Melanie. The slightly stupid Melanie.
        The sexually satisfied Melanie.
        If she were to get involved with Vaughn – she loved that name, it suited him so well – she would be able to retire Simon. She would never have to bring herself to orgasm again. Hell, if she continued to have sex with Vaughn, she knew that personal, sexual gratification was going to disappear altogether because nothing she did to herself could ever compare to how it felt having Vaughn between her thighs.
        She could still feel his cock deep within her and she was pretty sure he had been very well endowed. Sadly, the only thing she regretted from their encounter was the fact that she didn’t get to see him naked, didn’t get to see the cock that had impaled her and made her body burn. A small shiver whispered through her body just thinking about what she had done and who she had done it with; she was still a little tender from Vaughn.
        With her brain still buzzing with the aftermath of having sex with a perfect stranger, she knew she wasn’t going to be getting to sleep any time soon. How could she sleep when she was torn between euphoria and anxiety? Having sex with Vaughn was so outside the realm of normal behavior for her; what had she been thinking? And when would she be able to see him again?
        Heaving a sigh, she flung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, stretching and feeling a pleasurable ache between her thighs. A small smile played at her lips at the reminder of just how phenomenal the sex had been. Making sure Vanessa was covered, she walked the short distance to her kitchen and turned on the hot water