Page 49 of The Tanglewood Witches (The Three Sisters 1)
“Say you are mine,” he demanded. “Be my mate.”
“Mate…” She glanced away, confused at the term, but then she realized it was exactly as she’d hoped. He was asking her to wed him, to become a family as her mother and father were a family. “You wish me to become your wife? Be with you always?”
“I love you, Medea. Every part of me. The dragon and the man.”
She took his face in her hands. “Yes, Tavyss. I will be your mate.”
Mercifully, his hand crept to the tangle of nerves that throbbed between her legs and painted delectable circles there.
“Oh,” she said, surprised by the sheer pleasure of it. It was far better than anything she’d imagined based on the book.
Clinging to him, she worked her hips, doing what instinctively made the pleasure more intense. The most marvelous magic unraveled from her lower belly, seizing her in a cascade of golden stars that arched her back and left her gasping for air. He held her as her body spasmed with the intensity of it.
Only when she’d come down from a great height did she remember the other things she’d read about. She reached for his breeches and untied them at the waist. Her hand brushed the long hard length of him. Would it truly fit inside her? She had her doubts.
“You’re sure?” he asked. “My mate, once we do this, you will always be mine and I yours, until the moon crumbles into dust.”
She thought of her sisters, of her family, for she knew to the core of her soul that this was no small promise she made to Tavyss. She was binding herself to him, the same way she was bound to them. No, in a much stronger way. She felt the magic, thick in the air around them, licking her skin.
But she was a woman, and she was ready for this. She wanted a full life like her parents had had, with a partner, maybe children of her own.
“Yes, Tavyss. I am yours.”
Gently he leaned her back against the moss, her dress bunched around her hips, and settled between her legs. His breeches were gone, and he tugged his tunic over his head. Seeing him above her, a mass of dark golden power, almost flooded her body with pleasure again. She tugged her own dress over her head and cast it aside.
Allowing her knees to fall to the sides, she bared herself to him, reached for him. His wings unfurled, reflecting the moon gloriously in the twilight. With one flex, he was over her, blunt head parting her most sensitive flesh. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed inside. There was the slightest pressure, then pain, but she lost sight of it in the ever-building pleasure as he gently began to move.
Above her, his wings stretched gloriously. For weeks she’d longed to touch them, to see them up close. She stroked along the edge, trailing her fingers over the webbed flesh that stretched to his back.Fascinating.He shivered above her at her touch, and so she increased her ministrations, reveling in his reaction. Soon his rhythm grew more urgent. Gentle movements turned to firm thrusts.
She wrapped her arms and legs about him, longing for more. Only wanting to get closer to him. Only wanting him deeper inside her. The magic was back again, and this time she could hear in his trill that it had seized him as well. Power flooded her veins, radiating pure light as they both pitched over the edge.
Everything caught fire. The trees around her lit up with magical light as if they’d ignited a room full of candles. And all she could think was that something amazing had just happened. Something, judging by Tavyss’s expression, he wasn’t expecting.
