Anita moans, writhing beneath Damian, feeling as if he will possess every inch of her. She hears Nathaniel cry out, feels his hand tighten around hers. It's so much, their minds -- good God, all five of them wrapped up in this -- and the magic binds them all. Anita doesn't know what to think other than how tense her body is, how much pleasure courses through her as she squirms, wanting more, wanting to feel Damian find his end within her body.