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need for him to touch her and kiss her again.
“I don’t mean the mortals, my bud,” he said and breathed against her throat kissing chills into her skin.
She gave a little whimper as he placed more soft kisses against her ear, breathed warm on her neck, and made her shivers much more intense. She slipped her arms around the warmth of his body to enjoy his embrace and hardly dare hope for what might come next. “Aye, I remember. We both drank the punch and yer said yer loved me.”
“And yer promised to love me not just last night but today too,” he said touching under her chin so she must meet his bright gaze.
“I did.” Tears stung her eyes because he must know, as she did, the wish had melted away. “I’m sorry, Cedar, so very sorry.” She still loved him but he might no longer love her. And he’d know now what she’d done. He might be angry she’d wished and tricked him into love. “Forgive me, please? I promise I’ll never make another wish like it.”
His laugh vanquished her muddled doubts. His hazel eyes twinkled with starry bright gleams.
“My sweet, I mean to hold yer to the word yer gave me last night. ’Twas a bargain, was it not? I want yer to love me this morn, love me and let me love ye.” He cupped her breast and slid his knee in between hers.
Filled with a rush of last night’s unbelievable and delightful sensations, she couldn’t find any words to question him and covered his mouth with hers. A sigh escaped her as his fingers stroked and rubbed one of her nipples until it swelled hot and rigid, and she whimpered when he moved to the other.
The tortuous guilt drained away with the need for him flaming between her thighs. He teased her tongue, sucking on it, flickering his against it until quivers romped over her, and then, thank Pan, he moved.
Warm and wet, he traced his tongue down her throat, bent his head to circle a nipple, so she shook with desire. “Oh,” she moaned when he pulled her nipple inside the heat of his mouth, and he sucked harder, as he slid his fingers between her thighs. She lost any other thought in the heady joy of his skill to give her waves of pleasure.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she arched upward to him, hovering on the edge of orgasm, while energy pooled around them both like molten gold.
“’Tis morning, my blossom, the wish is done and still I love yer,” he whispered and rolled her over above him. The thick velvet heat of his erection filled her in one smooth movement, and she was over the edge, riding a blissful March wind, while he groaned.
“Oh yes!”
She had only loved with one other fairy, and their modest midsummer bargain had been nothing like this.
Each of Cedar’s thrusts built her responses. Wave after wave of delight broke over her, and she cried out like a wastrel Banshee.
The morning broadened to day while they loved, and when his cries of pleasure echoed as loud as hers, the two of them shone brighter than the wintry sun casting its beams into the porch. She closed her eyes, lost to Cedar and their loving.
She lay back exhausted, and yet when he moved away, she longed to have him back. “Cedar, do yer really love me?” she murmured while her pulse slowed. The foolishness of the words caught her as soon as they were said, but it was too late to take them back.
“My flower, yer beautiful and I want yer as mine.” He tightened his embrace about her. “I love yer like I’ve loved no other. Will yer be mine, Poppy? Please, my wild fairy, say yes?”
A hot tide of joyful energy rushed through her, trembles ran from the tips of her toes to her head. She reached up and kissed him, losing her thoughts in his sparkling hazel eyes. “Yes,” she whispered when his lips left hers. “But Cedar,” she added.
“What?” He traced one fingertip over her cheek and caressed the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
“I’ve got to put right what I did last night.”
He nodded. “Aye, yer have indeed. Think what
“I don’t mean the mortals, my bud,” he said and breathed against her throat kissing chills into her skin.
She gave a little whimper as he placed more soft kisses against her ear, breathed warm on her neck, and made her shivers much more intense. She slipped her arms around the warmth of his body to enjoy his embrace and hardly dare hope for what might come next. “Aye, I remember. We both drank the punch and yer said yer loved me.”
“And yer promised to love me not just last night but today too,” he said touching under her chin so she must meet his bright gaze.
“I did.” Tears stung her eyes because he must know, as she did, the wish had melted away. “I’m sorry, Cedar, so very sorry.” She still loved him but he might no longer love her. And he’d know now what she’d done. He might be angry she’d wished and tricked him into love. “Forgive me, please? I promise I’ll never make another wish like it.”
His laugh vanquished her muddled doubts. His hazel eyes twinkled with starry bright gleams.
“My sweet, I mean to hold yer to the word yer gave me last night. ’Twas a bargain, was it not? I want yer to love me this morn, love me and let me love ye.” He cupped her breast and slid his knee in between hers.
Filled with a rush of last night’s unbelievable and delightful sensations, she couldn’t find any words to question him and covered his mouth with hers. A sigh escaped her as his fingers stroked and rubbed one of her nipples until it swelled hot and rigid, and she whimpered when he moved to the other.
The tortuous guilt drained away with the need for him flaming between her thighs. He teased her tongue, sucking on it, flickering his against it until quivers romped over her, and then, thank Pan, he moved.
Warm and wet, he traced his tongue down her throat, bent his head to circle a nipple, so she shook with desire. “Oh,” she moaned when he pulled her nipple inside the heat of his mouth, and he sucked harder, as he slid his fingers between her thighs. She lost any other thought in the heady joy of his skill to give her waves of pleasure.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she arched upward to him, hovering on the edge of orgasm, while energy pooled around them both like molten gold.
“’Tis morning, my blossom, the wish is done and still I love yer,” he whispered and rolled her over above him. The thick velvet heat of his erection filled her in one smooth movement, and she was over the edge, riding a blissful March wind, while he groaned.
“Oh yes!”
She had only loved with one other fairy, and their modest midsummer bargain had been nothing like this.
Each of Cedar’s thrusts built her responses. Wave after wave of delight broke over her, and she cried out like a wastrel Banshee.
The morning broadened to day while they loved, and when his cries of pleasure echoed as loud as hers, the two of them shone brighter than the wintry sun casting its beams into the porch. She closed her eyes, lost to Cedar and their loving.
She lay back exhausted, and yet when he moved away, she longed to have him back. “Cedar, do yer really love me?” she murmured while her pulse slowed. The foolishness of the words caught her as soon as they were said, but it was too late to take them back.
“My flower, yer beautiful and I want yer as mine.” He tightened his embrace about her. “I love yer like I’ve loved no other. Will yer be mine, Poppy? Please, my wild fairy, say yes?”
A hot tide of joyful energy rushed through her, trembles ran from the tips of her toes to her head. She reached up and kissed him, losing her thoughts in his sparkling hazel eyes. “Yes,” she whispered when his lips left hers. “But Cedar,” she added.
“What?” He traced one fingertip over her cheek and caressed the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
“I’ve got to put right what I did last night.”
He nodded. “Aye, yer have indeed. Think what
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