Our connection pulses stronger with our physical intimacy. Magic surges through us both, his fire essence mingling with my unbound power in a dance as ancient as the elements themselves. The candles around the room transform, their flames stretching into ribbons that curl and twist through the air like living things. Clouds gather above us, curling and twisting across the ceiling as a fine mist begins to fall, soaking everything in my room.

Maybe in the morning I'll care, but right now, I don't.

I see and hear steam hissing as the cold water falls on his fire-hot skin.

I can feel his approaching climax mirrored in my own body, his rhythm growing more erratic as he nears the edge. One of his hands slides between us, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, circling in tight, precise motions that have me gasping.

"Come for me again," he demands, his voice rough with need. "Break apart for me. With me."

His words push me over the edge. I explode beneath him, crying out his name as pleasure radiates outward from my core in waves of mounting intensity. My inner walls clench around him, drawing him deeper, and I feel the moment he follows me into oblivion.

Fire essence rushes through me, hot and wild and exhilarating, as his climax triggers currents of even greater pleasure through my body. His ecstasy becomes mine, mine becomes his, transforming both into something transcendent, a perfect unity of sensation.

The rainclouds conjured by my wild magic thicken and the mist turns to a small downpour, absolutely soaking us, my bed, the sheets, and what little furniture I have in my room. The candle flames sputter in the falling water, spraying magical golden sparks as they extinguish—globes of light that hang suspended in the air for breathtaking seconds before fading to darkness.

As the aftershocks of our pleasure fade, the magic dims and passes, too. Raith collapses beside me, careful not to crush me with his weight. His arms wrap around me, drawing me against his chest as we both struggle to catch our breath. I can feel his heart pounding in time with mine, his skin slick with sweat against my own.

For long moments, we lie in silence, the only sounds our gradually slowing breaths and beating hearts.

His fingers trace idle patterns on my bare shoulder, and I find myself melting into his touch, boneless with satisfaction. "Did we just cause a rainstorm to nearly flood my room?" I ask, a note of wonder in my voice.

He huffs a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest beneath my ear. "I think we might have," he admits. "Your power is something else."

"It wasn't just me," I point out, my fingertips tracing the lines of muscle across his abdomen. "You're pretty formidable yourself."