Midnight Ride
Midnight Rose
2002Catherine ran her hands over the chiseled muscles of a corded neck and broad powerful chest. Her hands slid easily over velvet bronze skin and splayed over the ribbed flanks of her golden friend. In a hypnotizing rhythm, the hard body between her thighs began to rise and fall. Catherine’s fingers reached for the heavy locks of a flowing red-gold mane, searching for a handhold as her senses began to spin. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as the swirl of rising emotion enveloped her. Sensations of flying, of twirling and shimmering lights burst within her, music filled her heart. A sighing moan escaped her lips unbidden, as sensations, sights, and sounds overwhelmed her and she joined him on their magical ride to the stars.
A clawed touch to her arm brought the world back into focus. She smiled down at the fathomless blue orbs that beheld her with such love and threw her arms around his neck. Vincent caught and held her to himself as she slipped from her glided steed, the saddle and harness dripping with roses and rhinestones.
He swept her away again with a long, passionate kiss.
“Oh Vincent, what a magical ride!” She breathed, when set back on her still shaking legs. “I felt like I was there with you that night, feeling all your excitement and joy…. Spinning and swirling…I was a child again!”
“I wanted to share that unforgettable, magical, night ride…with you.” Vincent said softly. His clawed hand strayed to caress the fine Arabian head and muzzle of the elaborate carousal stallion beside them.
“You did, Vincent…the power of your mind and our Bond…” Catherine could not find the right words to express her enchantment. The voice of her heart did. She kissed him again.
As they slipped out of the dark, quiet sleepy carousal building, Catherine turned to him with a grin. “When can we ride again?”
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