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in a burst. In the blink of an eye, the layers of Etienne’s home flash through my periphery as I slam, full force, back into my form.
     
    With a giant whoosh , my body jumps up from the bath I had fallen asleep in, water sloshing everywhere in a panic as I proceed to buckle over and gasp for air as if it might be my last breath. My lungs burn with a fierceness as my wild eyes dart about, attempting to make sense of what just happened. As my vision slowly begins to focus, Etienne’s burning blue eyes come into view. The concern and fear written there scares the crap out of me.
    “Mon amour, are you all right? Tell me you are all right,” he begs, coming toward me.
    “Easy, lover, I’m fine.” I bat his nervous hands away and quickly bend to splash bathwater into my face. As my shaking fingers chase away the rogue drops in my eyes, the dreaded waves of nausea descend. “Oh, God.” I jump from the tub and barely hug the porcelain throne in time as my insides attempt to rip apart from my body and exit via my mouth.
    A soft, plush towel shrouds my heaving form and the palm of an angel begins to rub up and down my spine. The contact soothes me fast. He always proves to be my remedy. When I finally reach the completion of retching after a few minutes, he gingerly lifts my weak form the floor and pulls me tight into his marble-hard chest. Before long, he lays me on our bed, slips in next to me, and pulls up the mountain of thick comforters to settle around our now-spooning forms. As his fingertips gently work through my long hair, the room stops its incessant spinning.
    “Well, that landing was the worst yet.” A shiver quakes through my body.
    “Landing? I take it you scared me shitless to travel off to another land again?”
    “Scared you?”
    “Yes, when your spirit travels, it feels like you are literally being ripped away, like I cut off my own arm.” His distress over the matter kills me.
    “Oh, Lil! I am so sorry! I didn’t intend to—”
    He cuts me off by placing a punctured wrist to my lips. Unable to resist the call of his blood, I greedily take it down and let it slip down the back of my throat. Hmm, just like a velvety, fruity wine with a tinge of chocolate. Heaven. My hands latch onto this thick, corded forearm as I squeeze and take more of him. Soon, the compounding factors of no sleep, sex, or blood for days on end cuts my illness and what little willpower I have left at the knees. With a growl, I crush his wrist into my mouth and latch my teeth deep into him. His whole body jerks behind me with the sudden change in tide, and his erection grows as I grind my ass back into him.
    The free hand that had been running through my hair slides up my neck and into my hair before grabbing a handful at the roots and pulling back so the pressure eases on his wrist. “Easy, mon amour, any more of that and your wicked ways will strip what little decency for your current state that I might have left.” His deep voice purrs in my ear as his hot breath travels across my cheek.
    Sucking deep another mouthful, I quickly run my tongue across his wrist, closing the now-large punctures and laving up any of the delicious nectar left behind. As my tongue works his flesh, he groans and presses his dick into the curve of my ass. Throwing all cares aside, I let my blood-drunk haze engulf me as I turn around and crush my lips to his. Etienne’s urgency meets mine as we tumble into ecstasy, a welcome detour at this point and quite the salve to my unsettled state. The goddess had mentioned that the sickness was my spirit having a difficult time settling back into flesh. What better way to settle the riled-up bitch than a hot session with her other half? I can’t help but smile to myself as the thought passes. Bingo ! Lil is my grounding force. Maybe I can find a way to control this ability through our connection, which would also potentially save him the pain of my spirit separating and projecting. Etienne chooses that