Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition) (22 page)

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teven led her by the hand to her bedroom.

They had hardly spoken a word the whole way home. They were both trying to grasp the meaning of what had happened. They were trying to absorb the incredible occurrence or journey or whatever it was. It was nothing less than an out-of-body experience. It could only be termed as spiritual. Neither of them understood it but they knew it was real.

They knew they had reached another level. Whoever or whatever it was that was the power behind the universe had blessed them. For some reason they were chosen to fly. And they knew it was all about love.

They really had something special. They were now connected in a way that was impossible to explain. It was if they were one body. Their lifeblood that ran through their veins was sacred energy. The substance that raced through their heart was the soulshine of the universe. They were on fire with the essence of each other.

They shared one soul. Their seat of vitality was forever theirs. The fibers of their souls had been bound and sealed by the power of heaven. There was no piercing the shield that sheltered their core. It was the shadow of the stars that would forever guard them. It was the eternal impulse of creation that would forever accompany them through their timeless odyssey. It was the impenetrable armor of love.

Steven gently pushed her upon the bed. Their eyes locked into each other just as earlier in the evening. The magic emerged from the shadows and into their stare. It flowed between them and made them one. Once again the power of the All seeped into their soul. Once again the essence of love possessed them.

Their eyes shared the love as Steven slowly undressed her. One by one he removed the articles of clothing until she lay bare before him in all of her beauty. She was truly a Goddess. They maintained their gaze as Steven slowly disposed of his own clothing. Their eyes burned of emotion.

Steven slid up on the bed and on top of her. He brought his face to hers and they breathed in each other. Their eyes feasted on the miracle that was Steven and Jena. Pure love flowed like a river as it drenched their hearts. Raw emotion rode the stream on its journey to the soul. Their eyes said I love you in a million different languages. They melted into each other as the force overcame them.

There was no need to speak for their eyes did the talking. They would live for each other. They would die for each other if need be. They would love for each other until the world took them away. Then they would take their love and each other and ride the next plane. Where they went didn’t matter as long as they were together. If they could hold each other tight they would persevere.

Steven kissed her lips. She was his baby and she was all he wanted. She meant more to him than anything in the world. Everything else could wash away into the sea and he wouldn’t care. It could all burn and go to hell and it wouldn’t matter. She was everything.

Steven slipped inside her. Her wetness enveloped him as he slowly pushed himself in. It was all so natural and so right. They were truly one. This time the animal was in their head. He was in their heart. He was in their soul that encompassed them both. He would override the physical pleasure with something more powerful.

Tonight the animal was all about emotion. He was all about caring and sharing and total release. He was deep feelings and deeper emotion, so deep that it cut through the pleasure centers and into the core. He was still an animal on the loose running wild, but he was chasing bigger prey tonight. He was invading hearts and souls. He was connecting two lovers with a most primal bond. He was binding them so tight that they could never separate again.

After tonight the thought of parting would be pure torture. One could never go back to two. For that to happen would be like reaching into them and ripping out the heart that fed them both. They would both watch as it lay there bleeding. They would have to turn their backs from each other and let it die. They would have to walk away as their love spilled out over the floor. This would be impossible after tonight. The agony and the pain and the suffering would be too much. Tonight the animal would make them one. Tonight they would make love.

Their eyes were their souls melding into one. It was neither dream nor illusion or a fantasy gone wild. It was real. This was emotion flowing from their deepest recesses. Their eyes were a conduit of the passion that consumed them both. They were the rails of the train of love. They were the fiery path of emotion that their souls blazed through.

They followed their souls as they rushed together. It was laughter and tears as the walls tumbled down. They looked inside of each other and out the other side. They stared through the madness and into the truth. And the truth carried them away to a place all their own. It was their dreams escaping from confinement and breathing in the freshness of freedom. They were free to live, free to love, free to be.

They made love with their hearts. The skin and the flesh melted away as they came together. They were one heart that beat the drum of love. They were one blood that circulated within them. Theirs was a blood of passion and soul and never ending love. It was hot with emotion and was laced with joy. It was not a blood of lust nor seduced by the lure of the flesh. It ran the veins of the soul. It was spiked with the elixir of emotion. It was the blood of lovers that had found themselves and each other. And they were one and the same.

As their bodies united so did their spirits. Their hopes and dreams and aspirations were tied together. One’s happiness was the others. They smiled one smile. They cried the same tears. When one was sliced open by the sharp blade of life the other felt the pain. The blood that flowed was theirs. Their spirits embraced the future of each other and the power of love.

Steven and Jena were letting it all go. They were to be one forever. They were sharing their hearts and souls. They were leaving nothing inside to fall back on. They were exhausting every trace of their being into each other. They were giving their all to each other. Steven and Jena were making love.

Chapter 30

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ena felt his lips on hers. For a moment she couldn’t remember where she was. Then she opened her eyes. Steven was leaning over her. He softly kissed her lips again.

Steven was dressed and ready for work. She looked at the clock. It was 6 a.m.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered. “I gotta go to work. Try to sleep a little more. I’ll call you later today.”

“Okay,” answered Jena. “I’ll talk to you later.” She was still half asleep.

Steven pulled the covers over her shoulders. He kissed her gently one more time.

“Bye, baby,” she said with her eyes closed.

Jena rolled back over to go back to sleep. She heard the door close as he left the apartment. Then a harsh reality slapped her in the face like a bucket of ice water.

Steven was leaving today! He was flying back to Dallas this afternoon! He was leaving her!

Jena instinctively raised straight up. She tried to collect her thoughts. She could feel herself trembling.

Steven going back home was a subject they had swept under the rug. It was something they hadn’t really discussed. It was briefly mentioned yesterday at James Café, but they dropped it as quickly as it appeared. It was a downer that would take away from their precious moments together.

Neither of them wanted to fall from the cloud they were riding so high. It just felt too good. Both of them had blocked it from their minds. Whether it was intentional or their subconscious minds protecting them she didn’t know. All she knew now was that it hurt. It hurt bad.

Why did life have to be cruel? Why can’t something just go right for a change? How come everything has to be so damn complicated?

Jena wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. Maybe she would wake up next time and he would be lying beside her. Maybe her dream would never end. Maybe the dream was reality and reality was a dream.

Jena wanted to cry. How did she allow this to happen? Why did she once again let her heart run free? Why did she let her emotions overrule reality? Why was love always a double-edged sword that sliced to the bone?

Steven had placed her on a throne and anointed her Queen. He put her in a state of euphoric bliss. The world was hers and hers alone. Now the rug was being pulled out from under her and she was falling to the ground.

God, she was going to miss him when he went to Dallas. It was like a piece of her heart was walking away. She would miss his charm, his laughter, his easy-going presence that lit up the room. She would miss his touch, his kisses, the love in which he showered her. She would miss the exquisite pleasure of his lovemaking.

It wasn’t Steven’s fault. She knew his feelings were genuine. She didn’t know how she knew, but she knew. What they had was real. Steven felt as bad as she did.

It seemed they had never been in control. A greater power had possessed them from the very start. It was if someone had cast a magical spell upon them. It happened the moment they laid eyes upon each other. They were afloat in the sea of emotion. They would ride the rocky waves wherever they took them. They would sink or swim together in the waters of passion.

The last few days seemed like a fantasy. A powerful force had hijacked the both of them and carried them away. They were locked away in a prison of passion and pleasure. For four days they were fed nothing but love and lust. Now they were opening the cell door. They were free to leave, but their hearts remained in captivity. They were two hearts shackled together by the chains of passion, bound by the iron bars of love.

Jena pulled herself out of bed. Somehow she had to get through another workday. Today was Friday. There was nothing to look forward to but a lonely weekend. She had to survive the fall from ecstasy. She had to land on her feet and carry on. She had to have faith that it would all work out somehow.

Once again she had to rely on the power of positive thinking. She would not let the dark skies of heartbreak overcome her. She would not let the black rain fall on her parade of ecstasy. She would not let the gloom swallow her.

No, she would find that double rainbow and ride it to the end. She would find the sun and let it shine down on her. Somehow, someway, those golden rays of love would find her. The light of love would set her free.

Steven felt like crying. He wasn’t the type who wore his emotions for all to see. But this time he couldn’t help it. The sinking feeling in his stomach hurt like hell. His heart stung with an emptiness like he had never felt.

In six more hours he would be on his way back to Dallas. That mean ole airplane would be taking him away from his baby. The ruthless reality of having to make a living was dragging him away. He was leaving the greatest love he had ever known.

Jena had captured his heart. Four days ago he had arrived with no expectations. Yes, he thought they would hook up and rekindle their old friendship. And yes, he sort of expected to have sex with her. But no way did he expect this. No way did he think he would fall for her like he did.

Their friendship paved the way for the incredible sex. The fantastic sex became the glue for something else. What that something else was he never was really sure. That is…until now.

It was love. That was the only thing it could be. He thought he had experienced it in the past. Both of his past wives he cared for dearly. He never would have married them otherwise. At the time it felt like love. Looking back it clearly wasn’t the real thing. It wasn’t soulmates locked into each other. It wasn’t the chemical explosion that he had experienced the last few days. It wasn’t the feeling of oneness that Jena brought.

They were two women with whom he had shared a moment in time. They wanted it to be the real thing just as he did. They, too, probably thought it was real at the time. But what he had with Jena was more—much more. Theirs was a love that had no mercy. It cut deep and wide sweeping up everything in its path. And right now that cut hurt like hell.

Steven had four more hours of work. Then he would return his rental car. He would jump on their shuttle and head to the airport. He would get on that airplane and look out the window at the love he left behind. He would come down from the greatest high he had ever experienced. He would leave a piece of himself behind in California. Who knew how long it would be before they would see each other.