The Lost Souls (The Holy Trinity #2.5)(29)

I’ve been listening to you all day, she said, her mouth still closed, her lips curled into a sly smile. I tried to give you privacy, but you’re practically shouting your thoughts at me.

Marko jumped to his feet. No. No. No. No. No.

This wasn’t part of it. He’d never heard of this part—mind speak and thought reading.

“So, you know,” he said bitterly, “everything I’ve been thinking?”

She shrugged. “Not everything. Just a lot of feelings, and bits and pieces of your thoughts. I’ve been trying for days to get you to hear what I’ve been saying in my head, but you haven’t heard me, not until now.”

He closed his eyes. “So, you know what we are then?”

“Yes…I think.”

He opened his eyes and glared at her. “And what exactly do you think you know?”

Carrie’s big blue eyes infinitely softened, much like the way she would look at him when she wanted more than just conversation. He wanted more too. Everything about him wanted her, craved her.

“I know that I’m yours,” she said softly. “I know that we’re soul mates, and I know how confused you are.”

“Confused?” he yelled. “That’s a damn understatement, fat?! There is no possible way that I’ve been given the most precious gift a Rom can inherit. I wield only three of the elements. Three! I don’t even have the ability to call upon dark magic. And you! You cannot be the soul mate. There already is one. Trinity! Remember her? She was the chosen gift, not you!”

Carrie’s features twisted with confusion. “But…you said it…or thought it yourself. Garret turned into something…and maybe he lost his soul because of that?”

“Gerik,” Marko corrected. “And I don’t know. I just…don’t know. It’s all there inside my head but it’s a mess and I can’t decipher everything!”

Looking sympathetic, Carrie took a step toward him and licked her lips. “I can help you sort through it,” she said. “It’s all there inside my head too.”

Marko knew she was talking but he’d stopped listening. His eyes dropped to her mouth, watching intently as she sucked on her bottom lip. He found himself gravitating toward her, wanting to touch her, wanting to be inside her.

Both body and mind.

She knew it the moment he thought it, and he knew that she knew. It was incredibly odd, utterly indescribable, the sensation like nothing he’d ever felt before. Almost as if he were four people all at once. He was himelf, feeling his own feelings, and yet he was him, feeling her feelings. But then he was also feeling her, feeling her own feelings, and he was also her, feeling his feelings.

But none of it was off-putting. It was the opposite. It was…incredible.

He opened up further, wanting to feel more, suddenly wanting to know more about her, feel more of her.

They collided, grabbing at each other and tearing at their clothes, their mouths seeking bare skin.

“It’s not enough,” she panted breathlessly, clawing at him. “I need more…I need more.”

Magic poured from both of them, brightening the dimly lit trailer to a near blinding level. And Carrie…her skin was luminous, nearly transparent, and utterly beautiful.

“God, it’s perfect,” she cried. “Do you feel it? Do you feel how perfect we feel?”

He did. He could feel everything, everything this girl held inside her—her thoughts, her dreams, her wants and needs, her secrets, her pain and sorrow, her grief.

Her forgiveness.

Her devotion.

Her love.

Marko felt it all. He felt connected to Carrie on every level, on every plane, surpassing earth and space. They had become something different entirely, not man and woman, not in love and devoted to each other.

They’d become one. They existed as one.

And it felt perfect.

? ? ?

Carrie’s head lolled back against the trailer wall while Marko’s hips met hers in slow, deep, leisurely thrusts.

This was everything she’d always imagined sex to be—needy yet slow, desperate but patient, too little and too much, gasps and moans, and…

A connection so strong that, deep within herself, she knew it could never be broken.

There was no pain this time. She felt only pleasure, only need, and an all-consuming burn to keep this man with her, inside her, to be forever his and only his, for always.

She was truly his. The were so completely, so intricately intertwined, wrapped, curled, and woven throughout each other. And still it was more than that. It was only with each other that they would ever know true satisfaction, comfort, love, and peace. It was only with each other that they would ever be truly whole. The knowledge of what they were left her speechless. She’d been given a gift so profound. It was nothing any imagination could have ever dreamed up.

“You’re mine,” Marko whispered, his voice thick with emotion she could both feel and see. They was so palpable, his feelings, that they was physically caressing her, inside and out.

It was ludicrous really—how different they were, how far apart in age, in upbringing, but most of all, how their feelings for each other had suddenly shifted from indifference and dependency to…

“I love you,” she whispered and kissed him softly on the mouth.

And then Carrie heard it—a sentiment consisting of three gruff words—not spoken, not thought, but simply resonating from deep within him.