Chapter Eighteen
Ha’ven sat enchanted by the vision in front of him. The beauty of her voice and the grace of her body as it moved in perfect synchronization gripped him in its magic. Her aura swirled around, making her body glow in the delicate colors that were uniquely hers. The effect was pure magic at its most powerful and his own power, drained as it was, fought to answer the call of its mate.
Unable to resist when she rose up, her back arched in an elegant arc and her leg raised and bent behind her as her arms reached for the starry sky, he joined her. Moving as if in a trance, he gently gripped her tiny waist and lifted her. The moment he touched her, his power rose up to entwine with hers.
He could feel the weak threads being caught and held in the warmth of her essence. As one,
