Absolutely, Positively

coming from her.

    She was aware of a deep, raging hunger. A desperate craving that was unlike anything she had ever known. She was in danger of being consumed by an explosive, demanding need that had been tethered too long. The need was fueled by sexual desire, but desire was only a part of the volatile brew.

    Harry's hands moved on her body, touching her everywhere. His teeth rasped against her nipple. The urgency in him nearly overwhelmed her.

    This wasn't sex, Molly thought, dazed. This was…something else. Something more.

    The dark storm howled, creating a dangerous vortex. Molly knew that she was in danger of being sucked into the spinning whirlpool of unleashed hunger.

    Harry's hunger.

    A shock of recognition lanced through Molly. In a blinding flash of certainty, she understood that what she was experiencing was emanating from Harry. The emotions that tore through her, the searing need, the intolerable aloneness, the desperation, it was all coming from him.

    And it resonated with something deep inside her.

    Molly reacted instinctively. She clung to him, knowing that she could satisfy the clawing need in him, aware that she needed him to satisfy her own newly discovered hunger. “I'm here.”

    “No.” Harry abruptly heaved himself upward as though he would break the current of contact that sizzled between them. He stared down at her, his hands caging her, his face a mask of torment. “Damn it, I never meant to do this. I swore I would not risk it again. I can't.”

    And suddenly Molly knew that if she was afraid of what was happening, her fear was nothing compared to his own. The knowledge was strangely reassuring.

    “It's all right,” she whispered. “You're not alone.” She sank her fingertips into the perspiration-slick skin of his powerful shoulders and pulled him back down on top of her. She cradled him between her thighs and covered his hard, alchemist's face with hot, fervent kisses.

    Harry shuddered in surrender. “Molly.” His mouth closed over hers.

    She opened herself for him. She sensed that Harry had been struggling with the dark hunger for years. He had chained the driving need with the force of his self-control. But that formidable willpower had been breached tonight.Just as it had the first time they had made love , Molly realized. Now she knew what it was that had been different.

    “Together,” she whispered. “We do this together.” She lifted herself, curling her legs around him.

    “Molly. God, Molly.” Harry reached down between their damp bodies, centered himself. He entered her with a long, shuddering sigh.

    He filled her completely, stretching her to the limit. He began to move with deep, powerful, surging strokes. The rhythm was flawless. It was as if he could read her body, understood it, knew what was required to satisfy it. He was tuned to her, just as she was tuned to him.

    Molly's climax was upon her with such suddenness that she could not even cry out. She simply gave herself up to it. It went through her in shock waves.

    She was vaguely aware of Harry's harsh shout of satisfaction as he shook in the throes of his own release.

    He collapsed heavily on top of her. Satisfaction radiated from him. It was a satisfaction that went beyond the physical.

    Molly understood his satiated sensation because it reverberated through her.

    Wholeness.

    Completion.

    Consummation.

    Hours of boredom broken by moments of stark terror.

    The words beat relentlessly through Harry's head until they finally succeeded in waking him. He opened his eyes reluctantly. He was obsessive on the subject of truth, but at that moment he would have traded his soul for a fistful of lies that he could tell himself.

    His worst nightmare had come true. Molly had seen the darkness in him. All of it. She had stood beside him, held his hand, and looked down into the abyss.

    Olivia's words came back to haunt him.

    And then the sex got…well, it got weird, Harry….

    But Olivia had never even gotten close to the real truth. She had experienced nothing more than a small hint of the reality that Molly had faced. For Olivia, that pale shadow of the true darkness had been more than enough to scare the daylights out of her.

    Tonight, Harry knew that he had exposed Molly to the entire production. A shroud of despair settled over him. He had lost everything.

    Molly stirred. Harry turned his head on the pillow and made himself look into her moonlit face. He would face the rejection in