Hotel California

...Warmth, love, need—an overwhelming need—filled him. His heart ached from love…his newfound love for Tiffany and that of the entity’s for his soul mate. Chuck was now two men, two men in love, two men who had craved their woman yet been unable to fully express it. All the lust he’d felt for Tiffany before was nothing compared to how he felt now.

He glanced around, seeking her. She stood before him encased in a soft glow that pulsed with life. Looking down, he saw he glowed, too. They were the fog and the fog was them. By subconscious command, he and Tiffany reached out for each other. Their fingers met first, intertwining. Heat coursed up his arms, spread across his chest, then nestled in his gut like warm apple brandy on a cool night. His lips found hers. They sparked at the first touch, pulling laughter that echoed from all four souls that stood there. Then, with a soft sigh of contentment, they kissed again.

He kissed her as he’d never kissed other woman, taking his time to feel, to learn, to treasure the softness. Gentle nips parted them. He carried them along her jaw, down to the curve of her neck to the tender spot there. Tiffany’s hands fanned over his shoulders as he nuzzled her. She rubbed her stomach against him, urgent for contact. Chuck wedged his thigh high between hers and jerked aside their robes...