Melanie lost count of how many times they did it that night. Lust was literally unstoppable. He seemed to be making up for all the times they were not together, and as he explored every part of her body again, she could only be grateful that he was all hers, or so she thought. Perhaps, if she had not been so overwhelmed by feelings of relief, desperation, pleasure, and ecstasy, she would have heard him murmur his deceased soulmate’s name over and over again.

She woke up the next morning to an empty bed, but she did not feel so disheartened. The effects of the previous night had not cleared...