~ Tryson ~
He couldn't let go. The taste of Diane on his tongue sent his blood up in flames—and the furnace roared straight to that spot, that piece in his coronary heart the place the bond had taken, flipping and whirling, spinning like a top and expanding, reaching for the piece of Diane that had been changed through him.
It was once as if their souls turned—recognized, greeted, and welcomed every other. As if their hearts danced, retaining every other, turning together, twisting and whirling inside them, quicker and faster. But together. Always together.
Howls and calls broke from his throat with such abandon, he couldn't make words. But his mouth used to be full of her anyway. And Diane , incoherent with pleasure, sobbed, crying out, keening, their voices curling round every diffe
