Jeanine Berry Scent Of Magic

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then Blane caught her nipple in his mouth. Water swirled between her legs and
his tongue teased her taut flesh.
Molten heat pooled in her loins. She wanted to lie down and open her legs in
invitation, but the crashing waves threatened to drown her if she tried.
Instead, she rolled up on her hands and knees, bending over to raise her
buttocks into the cool air. The movement, the restless water sliding over her
damp thighs and swirling around her legs, all made her tremble with desire.
As she d hoped, he did not hesitate. His hands caressed the wet, rounded flesh
of her buttocks and followed the enticing curve of her flesh downward to the
hot emptiness that waited between her thighs.
She spread her knees wider to open herself up to him and groaned with pleasure
as his fingers probed her hungry depths. Another wave splashed over them both,
drenching her with warm water. Then something hotter than the sea slid between
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her legs and plunged deep inside.
She bucked her hips up to receive him and gasped for air in a silvery cascade
of water as he probed her
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depths. His hands gripped her wet buttocks, his fingers digging deep to keep
his purchase on her damp skin as he thrust into her. Wild, erotic sensations
filled her as the hot sea washed over her skin and his hotter length probed
her. His heavy breathing mingled with the rushing water and the deep, eternal
voice of the ocean. The pounding surf set the glorious tempo as they mounted
together toward an ecstatic climax.
Her fingers dug into the wet sand, her drenched hair falling into her eyes.
Ange lost all inhibition. Heat exploded in her inner core, spiraling outward
toward the infinite blue horizon. The setting sun blazed its fiery heat into
her eyes as she came with intense spasms.
When the powerful waves of her orgasm finally stopped, she found herself
resting on her elbows, her hair falling forward into the swirling white foam.
She was breathing hard. Blane gave a final groan and withdrew from her as his
own climax ended. Together they staggered out of the sea and collapsed on the
sand, sitting side by side, leaning against each other for support. She let
him gather her into his strong arms and rested her head on his chest as he
bent to kiss her. She could hear the beating of his heart against her ear. A
sense of peace suffused her body. She was safe in Blane s arms. He was her
lover and she welcomed his lust.
Did it matter if the glamour was a part of who he was? It was a part of who
she was, too. She needed to let go of the bitter experiences of the past and
open up to the possibility of love again.
Perhaps she too had the glamour singing in her blood. But she had no doubt
that Blane saw her as she really was and wanted her still.
His arms tightened around her. She watched the waves rushing to the shore one
upon another relentless and unceasing, like the passion they shared for each
other. Her nipples hardened and the peaks jutted out into the air at the
thought. He smiled and kissed her and she felt his hard length stir again. His
flesh was warm, driving back the chill of the wind. She pressed closer as he
pulled them both down onto the sand.
His passionate gaze promised a night of love. She gazed into his soul and saw
beauty.
The setting sun glazed their bodies with a supernatural glow as they tangled
in the sand.
As the first stars came out in the sky, they sat snuggled together in front of
an open fire and feasted on freeze-dried meals and bottled water from the
lander.
Thanks for a wonderful day! Ange said, resting her head on Blane s shoulder.
She sighed as he stroked her hair. She wished the day could blend into the
night and she could spend it in his arms. But the mystery of the meadow still
called to her. She squinted at the last rays of the sunset dying on the far
horizon, turning the sea to flame.
Time to be going if I m going to get to the meadow by double moonrise. She
turned her head to plant a soft kiss on his cheek and before he could say
anything, moved out of his arms and up on her feet.
Guess we d better put out the fire. She scanned the beach, drinking in the
beauty one last time.
Blane reached up for her hand. I don t want you to go, Ange.
She let him curl his fingers around hers, although she knew she would have to
disappoint him. We ve been through this already. I ve got to.
The Otherworld. A pleading look came into his eyes. There must be a reason
we can never
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remember it. What if Oberon takes you and you never come back?
She shivered. Blane had a point. She had no idea what purpose the Fa erie had
in appearing on Kyffin, or what their powers were. But if she let this chance [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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