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Binding Ties	By : lydiagolis Category: 1 through F > Charmed Views: 9205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When he takes her that night, Cole is sure of it -- she has turned.    She is present and active, not trying to simply endure his touch to the point of crawling out of her skin.   He parts her thighs and ducks his head to lick at her mound, and she gasps, and then moans.   He smiles to himself. She isn’t taking refuge in memories of the mortal any longer, but somehow speaking his name makes Cole want to drive him out of her that much more.

He takes her hands and stretches them over her head, and bites down on the pressure point on the side of her neck. The marks he left on their wedding night have begun to fade, and he wants them fresh.

The look in her eyes now, seductive and devoid of any other care, drives him on -- it drives him wild. And when she takes his hands and places them on her breasts, with a breathy, “go on,” lust and demonic thrill compete within him.

Prue herself felt tremendously liberated. There were strings galore of course, but none of the ones she was used to. Her lust had free reign.   Suddenly she wanted to explore him. Wanted to see what she’d been called “boring” for not caring about. Her palms on his chest are not tentative, and they only get more purposeful the lower down she slides them.   He watches her, wondering himself whether her reputation really did precede her in this, too.

At the last moment she leaned back, swung a leg over his torso, and impaled herself on his cock, inch by inch. A sly grin lit her face at the look of surprise on his.   As he began to fuck her roughly, she groaned, and then grew quiet.

Cole put his hands on her hips, guiding them as they moved together. “Thinking of the dead man?” Jealousy of a mortal was beneath him, but oh, he was jealous.

“No,” and her tone is light, “wondering when you had that nightmare.” She leans down to place a kiss on his chest, and the mix of tenderness and seductiveness pulls the story out of him by reflex.

“Right before I found the Triad had recruited Andras.   Right after the strongest trigger agent I could recruit was vanquished by a power-boosted astral projecting witch.”

The thought occurs to her just as the compliment sinks in. She chuckles evilly, tracing her fingers over his chest. “Right after you bedded her for the first time.”

He meets her gaze, but runs his hands across her abdomen and raises on eyebrow.   Her grin widens. “Husband of mine. Tell me, how does the nightmare compare to the dream?”

Cole purses his lips. “Mmm. Well, for one thing…” His fingers brush against her mound.   “You’re tighter.” Her laughter is tinged with an intensely vindictive cruelty which he is sure was not there before. Those comments she made before the brotherhood were apparently more self preservation than conviction. But now…

He begins to move again, hands roaming the entire time. One lands on her upper right arm. He traced the vesica piscis with one finger, and watched it glow in response to his touch. The Source’s genius never failed to amaze him.   The full meaning of his master‘s words before the time reset were now clear to him. “You will have her, Belthazor, you alone.” That it was a symbol meant for him was an idea he hadn’t considered. That it signified ownership -- his demonic half merely took that as his and hers just desserts. He cups her face in his hands, assuring himself as his thrusts build to climax that he has no rival for her loyalty or affection.   Prue, who is right there on the edge with him, has clearly had similar thoughts. Their eyes meet. He sees no trace of her trademark determination-covered-fear. No sign that she is holding any humanity in reserve. Only demonic lust.

Her fingers dance across his lower torso. Her sly grin now combined with flinty eyes takes his breath away for a moment. The moan that escapes her lips as he thrusts against her clit -- raw, unrestrained, and real -- pushes him to climax.   Watching her follow suit, he knows for sure. He has her, body and soul.
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