Christine Feehan Quote

For the first time, he felt the familiar stirring in his mind, that beloved touch that signaled the love of his life had ever so gently merged with him. How she found the strength when there was so little blood left in her body, he didn’t know. His body came to life. His heart. His soul. That gentle touch, the brush of her voice across the scars in his mind held so much love he ached inside. She set up cravings with her soft gentle ways. Hunger. She found a well of tenderness in him that had been buried and forgotten for centuries. he admitted. . She didn’t reply in words, the effort to talk even telepathically was too much in her weakened state, but she stroked a caress over the sorrow and fear he’d been holding inside. . He instilled absolute confidence in his voice, and kept it uppermost in his mind, although deep inside he was afraid she might balk. There was a flutter against the walls of his mind, as gentle as the gossamer wings of a butterfly.