Page 73 of Into the Abyss
“Hmm,” she murmured, her attention alreadyfocused on the water.
I walked over to stand beside her and gazeddown at mine and Amelia’s reflections on the reflective surface.Either the water was the slate gray of the rocks lining the pool,or it was crystal clear.
“I’ll be quick,” she said and plunged intothe water before I could reply.
I watched her sink toward the bottom beforeturning to survey the small space surrounding the pool. Stalkingaround the perimeter, I searched for another way into this place.After careful examination, I saw no one else or any other entranceinto this place aside from the path we took to get here.
The walls rose thirty feet into the air, andat least fifty wilted trees dotted the top of the walls. Many oftheir barren branches leaned toward the pool.
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Amalia
Sinking deeper into the water, I relished the feelof it against my skin as it rinsed the death from me. Bubbles rosefrom between my lips as I scrubbed at my flesh. I smiled as I wavedmy arms before me and sank further into the water. Themulti-colored hue of my hair fanning out around me reminded me ofthe sunrises on Earth.
I loved those sunrises, Earth, and anythingbeyond the seal, but there was something about this place, andespecially the water, that called to me.
“But you are more fae than the rest ofus, with your coloring and your telltale eyes. The Abyss is not foryou.”
Rislen’s earlier words floated across mymind, and I wondered how right she’d been. The Abyss exudedloneliness, but a part of me belonged here, and it was not the jinnpart.
By the time my toes touched the bottom, mylungs were starting to burn, but I wasn’t ready to rise again. Icould hold on for a minute more.
Gradually, I became aware of warmthspreading from my feet to my ankles and slithering around mycalves. Closing my eyes, I savored the feel as the fire in myblistered feet eased and my skin repaired itself.
Rislen may have been wrong about the Abyssbeing more difficult for me, but she was right about my strong faeconnection. I felt the lingering power of the fae here all the wayto the center of my being; I needed to experiencemoreofit.
I became acutely aware of the growingdiscomfort of my thin dress against my skin and the fact it waskeeping me from experiencing the waterallover me. Reachingdown, I yanked the dress off and let it go.
The water moving freely over my bare fleshsoothed me further. Running my hands over my breasts and downbetween my thighs, I cleansed myself of the last of the death asthe heat from the stones climbed into my belly and spreadupward.
Slowly, I waved my hands back and forthbefore me as the spreading heat encompassed my breasts and mynipples puckered. Tipping my head back, I discovered Magnus’s facewavering in the water as he leaned over the pool to gaze down atme. Unexpected yearning ripped through me, and I nearly cried outfrom the intensity of it.
While I stared at his troubled countenance,the heat encompassed my entire body, and something clicked intoplace. At that moment, I realized two things… I’d come into myimmortality within this pool of fae water, and I neededhim.
CHAPTER 31
Magnus
I was about to dive into the pool when I saw Amaliarising toward the surface with her arms at her sides, her headback, and her bare breasts exposed. My breath exploded from me, andmy cock hardened so fast I groaned from the mingling pleasure andpain of it.
Then, she was breaking free of the water andgasping for breath. Her small hands fell on the sides of the poolten feet away from me. When she lifted herself out, she revealedthe curve of her round ass and lean thighs. The water spilling fromher hair slid down her slickened body and emphasized every dip andhollow of her supple figure.
The scent of her arousal hit me, and whenshe crawled forward, she revealed a tantalizing glimpse of hersex.
Mine!
I’d felt possessive of her before, I’dcravedher before, but something about her had changed inthat water.
She needs me. Only me.
Without thinking, I unbuttoned my pants andpulled down my zipper. I kicked my boots off and barely registeredtheir dull thump on the stone. My thoughts became a chaotic,jumbled mess as Amalia rose and turned to face me.
She smoothed her wet hair back from thedelicate angles of her face. Her eyes were the vermillion colorthey became when she was impassioned, except now they were nearlyburning coals when they landed on me, and she licked her lips.
Immortal! MY immortal.
I didn’t realize I was walking toward heruntil my pants slipped further down my hips and my dick sprangfree. When her gaze latched onto it, she swayed toward me as a beadof water slid to the end of one of her puckered nipples and hungenticingly there.
