6/24/2023 0 Comments Dark Fire by Christine Feehan![]() ![]() She took a deep breath and looked around her. ![]() And they had talked to one another using only their minds, in much the same way she communicated with animals, only using words, not just images. She had been in some kind of a trance, half awake, half asleep. The things Darius had done in her dream world were all too real. She might lie to someone else if it was necessary but never to herself. She wanted to believe that one was a nightmare and the other a romantic dream, but Tempest always looked reality in the face. What was vivid and sharp, every detail imprinted forever in her mind, was the memory of Darius's tongue caressing every bruise, taking away her pain and fear, replacing it with erotic, burning pleasure. She remembered the horror of the attack on her like a vague nightmare. Her body was alive with feeling, her skin sensitive beyond belief. She was sore, every muscle protesting when she moved, yet not nearly as much as she had expected. Tempest woke slowly, as if emerging through a layer of hazy clouds. ![]()
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