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He didn't know his name. He didn't know if it was night or day. He didn't know if he was awake or asleep. He didn't even know if he was alive. (In fact, he was almost certain he was dead.) But he knew one thing--and only one thing--in the haze-filled world that surrounded him. He didn't want the pleasure coursing though him to stop. It filled him, taking control of his actions and emotions. His eyes were closed, causing every other sense he possessed to be doubled. He could hear the ragged breathing that seemed to fill the room, his own sounds of pleasure entwining with others that were distinctly female. He could smell her, whoever she was, an erotic combination of sweat, woman and some unidentified spice and flower. He could feel the warmth of her body below his own, the slickness of her chest against his own. The taut muscles of her stomach and thighs straining against his own burning muscles. And he could taste her..._God_ he could taste her. Her lips, so full and warm, her cheeks, her nose, the tip of her ears...her neck--the glorious pulse of the blood flowing through her veins so prominent on his lips, her breasts, the softest of all her tastes...smooth and so inviting. He moved, she met him, and the two continued in this undulating rhythm for what seemed like an eternity.
_This is my heaven._ His mind spoke, void of all other thoughts before this. _I am dead, he has finally killed me, and this is where I am to spend eternity. Here in her arms... Her arms...is she dead? Has he killed her, or is my love alive and well in another realm, leaving me to give my love eternally to a shadow of her body...to taste the honey of her phantom lips..._ A gasp sounded, so loud in his ears that his fleeting thoughts were shattered. He knew nothing but the rapid gust of her breath on his neck and the searching heat of her hands on his back, guiding him, exploring him, loving him as only she could, his true love. As only two destined to be one could ever love each other. _ Am I alive? Has she come to me...is this not death at all but the momentous awakening of utter life? We are one, at last...nothing can stand between us..._ In her arms, he moaned in passion and drew her closer, his hands moving beneath her to lift her further with each thrust of his hips, each surge of the tide within him moving closer and closer to it's inevitable crest. She responded, crying out, arching her back to receive his warmth. She moaned again, softly like a purr in his ears, and brought her lips to meet his own. He welcomed them, parting them in sweet caress as he dipped his tongue to taste her own. She complied, whispering in his ear, words that seemed foreign and strange in this silent sanctuary of physical want.
"God, yes...Hyde, Edward...please..." The words failed to register at first, his brain momentarily ignoring the bliss his body conjured in order to make sense of her words. _Hyde? Why does she speak to him?...he is no more, gone...Hyde is rotting in hell while I bask in this heaven...and our body...who has control of our body? Surely she does not think him capable of such gentleness...such bliss_ He drew his lips away from hers, trailing them over her cheekbone, lapping gently at her eyelid with his tongue before leaning to her ear to whisper:
"He's gone...it's me..."
"Henry?" She whispered, confused. He groaned in response, his hips increasing their maddening pace. "Oh Henry...I've dreamed...mmmmm...yes, Henry...thank you...I love you..." She arched her back again, words tumbling from her mouth as their passion continued to grow...sky rocketing. She tied to speak again, unable to form the words as his body moved in time with hers, leaving her as speechless as the breathtaking look of his face. Flushed with need and exertion, eyes drawn tightly shut, mouth open and searching her own.
"It's me...I love you..." He murmured, ducking his head to taste her neck, teeth gently scraping her collarbone as his pace increased yet again. With her hands so tightly clenched around his broad back she could feel his body tighten, his peak approaching as her own did, with frightening power.
"Henry...please..." She moaned, raising a hand to bury in his silken hair.
"...yes..."
"Henry!"
"YES!" He shouted, the need within him stirring and compounding in his loins. She gasped, fingernails buried in his shoulders, eyes focused on his face.
"Henry, look at me!! Open your eyes, please!!" She cried as passion overwhelmed her. He shuddered, arching his back with a final surge. He opened his eyes as he felt his world explode, and heard her name tear out of his throat.
"EMMA!!!"
Then his eyes met Helena's, and
time stopped.
To be continued.