The room was filled with ecstasy and the warmth from the heat of their bodies escaping the air. He had no idea how it all began and for the moment didn't care to think about it. Having the overwhelming desire to have her for so long it felt as if his fantasy had become reality. He could taste her juices and sweat and feel her body rubbing onto his. Their bodies pressed upon each other feeling the curves and angles of each other only made them pull each other closer. Time passed by so slowly it felt endless. He wished for it to never stop for the moment to be captured and frozen.

He cupped her bosom, the feel of her flesh between his fingers sent a thrill through his body. It had to be he was dead and with the Ancestors or could it be that this was all just one of the Ancestors' jokes to drive him into sweet damnation. He could have cared less at that moment.

The smell of her sweat, the scent that filled the room, the light moans she let slip from her delicate throat turned him on even more. He wanted her to be his forever to be able to be like this and make her beg him to take her to a blissful state of happiness. He wanted to explore her more to learn every inch of her body and imprint it permanently into his mind. To measure every inch of her body with fingers, lips, tongue and hear her cries of pleasure echo in the air.

Having her with her back pressed to his chest he kissed along her neck and sent his sweet exhales onto the back of it and could feel her tremble as he sent an endless shiver throughout her.

It at first didn't make sense to him how he could want one person so much. He thought about her for so many years and thought he had lost his chance with her after they reached Mossca, but right in his arms was the love of his life. Grasping at his neck as he touched between her legs softly. Her mouth stuck open as she let out short breaths and deep moans.

Why was she even in his room and how did this start to begin with? Could it be that the temptation of lust had finally brought her here to him? He knew she loved him, but her heart had been captured by Robert, so why was she now sharing his bed after she had already chosen to be with Robert? Maybe she regretted her choice and sought comfort with him. Maybe he was able to convince her that he could love with every ounce of his being.

His mind wandered as he pushed her forward and continued to please her with his member. Staring down at her round bottom as it bounced each time he pushed into her. Almost at his limit he felt her pull away from him and then push him down onto the bed. She climbed on top of him and guided his hard frame to meet with hers. Slowly she grinds on him and his eyes roll into his head. He looked up at her and watched her face as she moaned from sure pleasure. Taking her thighs into his hands he moved with her and they began a dance that sent them both reeling with lust.

"I love you, Lo. I haven't ever stopped loving." He whispered to her.

She looked at him, her eyes full of tears and kissed him while they kept up the rhythm between them. Her hands pressed onto his torso and they began to move faster and faster. Lips still engaged in a passionate battle they moaned into each other's mouth. A sensation built up between them and they were no longer able to control it and they released. He laid there as tears formed in his eyes. She fell onto his chest motionless. Hugging her close to him he felt the wet hair that stuck to her back and her body tremble under his touch.

Just as she sat up and went to speak he felt a surge of pain in one of his legs and then in his arm. He screamed and looked down to see blood everywhere and his vision began to blur. Loraz's figure started to fade and his whole body was in agony. A dream? Was the whole thing just a vivid dream, but how could a dream, everything that took place actually happened. Was he reliving his first and last beautiful memory with Loraz. Why didn't he feel the pain until just then? He started to hear voices that sounded familiar to him.

"He's about to wake up. Can't you even do a simple spell correctly?"

"I did it perfectly, thank you very much. He might be one of those people that are immune to those types of spells."

"That can't be it. It was working fine in the beginning, something must have happened to him in the dream and it broke the spell. Your magic just isn't as strong as you want to make people believe."

"Che, how dare you mock my abilities."

"Oh well, excuse me for calling it like I see it."

"Enough out of you two, I will cast another. We have to get him back to the king immediately. Having him travel while sleeping is our best bet."

"Well we would already be there if not for that old hag using up all the gems for dumb crap."

"Old hag! I'll have you know that I am not even thirty years old yet. Plus I had to make sure that we wouldn't be detected while searching the castle."

"I said enough. Now be quiet and let me concentrate if he wakes up completely it will be bad for all of us. Why don't the two of you make yourselves useful and tend to his wounds? This cloud should be able to get us to Mossca in a few days, but it won't matter if he dies before we get there."

"You know we don't have that type of power. The hag specializes in manipulation and concealing one's presence, while I am good at combat spells."

Vestin was still as he laid there his body vibrated with surges of pain. They must have been using a spell that would make the person dream of past events. Last he remembered he was being tortured to lure Loraz to Serenity. The bastard made sure not to do too much damage to face or hands at first, but with him constantly refusing Jayel became more and more aggressive.

He felt a hand touch hisforehead and heard a deep voice chanting something softly. His body became numband the next thing he knew he was back in his memory staring at Loraz as shemade her way to his bed holding two cupsof ale.