trembles shook through his fingers.
Poppy helped him drag his cloak to cover them both, and the rest of his clothes swiftly followed his tunic and her gown. The skin-to-skin softness as he embraced her drove his desire. She clung, sweeter than nectar, more enchanting than a midsummer morning, and his need for her surpassed the power of the wish.
The magic is hers and hers alone . “Poppy?”
She smoothed her palms over him, bewitching as moonlight, stroking more fire into his flesh.
“What?” she murmured.
“I love yer.”
“Please, yes please, Cedar. Love me a lot,” she whispered the wine tipsy words over his chest and up onto his neck.
“’Twill be my very great pleasure,” he said, and again cupped her breasts with both hands. He rolled her nipples until they stood hard like winter berries beneath his thumbs, and her gasped moan poured molten heat through his body.
He ached to have her. The way her eyes closed, and her mouth—rosy, moist, and welcoming—pouted. He had to kiss her. Their tongues met while her body molded to his. She rubbed her nipples against his chest, and the curls at the apex of her thighs teased his erection.
He tore his mouth from hers. Things were going too fast. “Not yet, sweetness,” he whispered because he wanted her need to be ravenous, like his own. She whimpered when he stroked the heat between her parted thighs. The moist flesh made his mouth water.
“Cedar, now. I want yer now,” she said with a soft sigh.
“Wait a little, my sweet,” he answered, and slid two fingers deep inside her. She arched up against him with a cry. Delighting in her excitement, he led her in the sweetest of rhythms. Her soft cries became sharper when he stroked over the tiny bud to give her more pleasure, and her hips rose and fell in answer to his hand. The soft cries came closer and closer together as she neared the peak, and his gasps of breath matched hers; he couldn’t help but try harder to send her into bliss.
Her rhythmic breathing told how near the edge loomed, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth, stroked it with his tongue. A huge wave of need ripped through him as spasms began inside her.
I can’t wait any longer!
“Oh, please,” she cried when he slid his fingers from her. He lay between her parted thighs, his erection seeking its home. Sheer need ran through him in a flood when he slid inside her. The pleasured cries she made pushed him much too swiftly close to the brink.
She thrust her hips up toward him, hauled him closer still, her nails digging deep into his skin. Strawberry sweet her flesh pulsed around his, and they were there, gasping and moaning together as the orgasm savage and wild took him with her. Only when she stopped writhing against him, did he thank Pan for his blessings, and begin again. This time he went slowly. He enjoyed every inch of her with deep measured thrusts to take her further into pleasure.
She matched his movements, and her breath sounded harsh and swift, while the rhythm of her flesh thrilled through his, and together their glow lit the inside of the nest. The dazzle they created blazed like the neon lights he’d seen on his journey.
“Cedar, I love ye.” Her words tore through him and the edge of his control snapped. He plundered her body with his, thrust hard and fast into her, and her answering moans drove him over the edge.
Their cries echoed loud in the chill winter air.
Poppy shimmered like a star and threw her arms around him while he caught his breath and breathed her magic in. Her soft sighs filled him with an awed joy. Pleasure I’ve shared many times, but never like this, not once so deep, bright, and raw. He held her close, stroked her hair to smoothness while she snuggled against him, and finally her soft breaths and dimming light told him she slept.
Tomorrow I’ll wake with her beside me and our love can truly begin.
* * * *
Warmth cocooned her this morning. Enjoying the delicious sensation Poppy turned over
Poppy helped him drag his cloak to cover them both, and the rest of his clothes swiftly followed his tunic and her gown. The skin-to-skin softness as he embraced her drove his desire. She clung, sweeter than nectar, more enchanting than a midsummer morning, and his need for her surpassed the power of the wish.
The magic is hers and hers alone . “Poppy?”
She smoothed her palms over him, bewitching as moonlight, stroking more fire into his flesh.
“What?” she murmured.
“I love yer.”
“Please, yes please, Cedar. Love me a lot,” she whispered the wine tipsy words over his chest and up onto his neck.
“’Twill be my very great pleasure,” he said, and again cupped her breasts with both hands. He rolled her nipples until they stood hard like winter berries beneath his thumbs, and her gasped moan poured molten heat through his body.
He ached to have her. The way her eyes closed, and her mouth—rosy, moist, and welcoming—pouted. He had to kiss her. Their tongues met while her body molded to his. She rubbed her nipples against his chest, and the curls at the apex of her thighs teased his erection.
He tore his mouth from hers. Things were going too fast. “Not yet, sweetness,” he whispered because he wanted her need to be ravenous, like his own. She whimpered when he stroked the heat between her parted thighs. The moist flesh made his mouth water.
“Cedar, now. I want yer now,” she said with a soft sigh.
“Wait a little, my sweet,” he answered, and slid two fingers deep inside her. She arched up against him with a cry. Delighting in her excitement, he led her in the sweetest of rhythms. Her soft cries became sharper when he stroked over the tiny bud to give her more pleasure, and her hips rose and fell in answer to his hand. The soft cries came closer and closer together as she neared the peak, and his gasps of breath matched hers; he couldn’t help but try harder to send her into bliss.
Her rhythmic breathing told how near the edge loomed, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth, stroked it with his tongue. A huge wave of need ripped through him as spasms began inside her.
I can’t wait any longer!
“Oh, please,” she cried when he slid his fingers from her. He lay between her parted thighs, his erection seeking its home. Sheer need ran through him in a flood when he slid inside her. The pleasured cries she made pushed him much too swiftly close to the brink.
She thrust her hips up toward him, hauled him closer still, her nails digging deep into his skin. Strawberry sweet her flesh pulsed around his, and they were there, gasping and moaning together as the orgasm savage and wild took him with her. Only when she stopped writhing against him, did he thank Pan for his blessings, and begin again. This time he went slowly. He enjoyed every inch of her with deep measured thrusts to take her further into pleasure.
She matched his movements, and her breath sounded harsh and swift, while the rhythm of her flesh thrilled through his, and together their glow lit the inside of the nest. The dazzle they created blazed like the neon lights he’d seen on his journey.
“Cedar, I love ye.” Her words tore through him and the edge of his control snapped. He plundered her body with his, thrust hard and fast into her, and her answering moans drove him over the edge.
Their cries echoed loud in the chill winter air.
Poppy shimmered like a star and threw her arms around him while he caught his breath and breathed her magic in. Her soft sighs filled him with an awed joy. Pleasure I’ve shared many times, but never like this, not once so deep, bright, and raw. He held her close, stroked her hair to smoothness while she snuggled against him, and finally her soft breaths and dimming light told him she slept.
Tomorrow I’ll wake with her beside me and our love can truly begin.
* * * *
Warmth cocooned her this morning. Enjoying the delicious sensation Poppy turned over
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