"None of that matters, Mel baby," Morgan whispered into his ear, reading his thoughts. "The only thing that matters is you and me. And in a century or two, we'll more or less rule the world."

Melvin couldn't tell if she was joking or not. Half the things Morgan said, he wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of them. He would have to get used to his life being a mystery from now on, he supposed.

His thoughts returned to her glorious body as he opened his eyes and took her in his admiring gaze. She was perfect in every detail. He made love to her slowly and gently, sliding deep into her and then pulling himself almost all of the way out before thrusting again.

Her hands caressed the back of his neck, the hairs their standing up in sensitive attention. Goosebumps pimpled across his skin.

He sighed feeling the warmth inside of her. No other woman had felt this good when he had made love to them. The sensation inside of Morgan was something else entirely, but he had no way of explaining it. It was a feeling more than anything else, a feeling that could not be described nor ascribed with words.

He thought about the dream he'd had after taking Morgan's Rejuvenator, the one where he had made love to her and Bridget Briswell in a wisp of cloud. How much of that had only been a dream, a delusion? Had Morgan known even then what his choice would be? He figured she must have.

Melvin felt neither taken advantage of or used, just grateful that the witch seemed to want him as much as he wanted her. In the end, that was all that mattered, and the bond they shared was more powerful than anything he had ever thought possible. He had known her for only a short time, but already, he could feel the power between them.

What had she said?

"I've been waiting for someone like you for quite a long time."

What did that mean? Perhaps, something to do with the potency of his essence that the witch had mentioned. Only time would tell.