Page 22 of Tanglewood Legacy (The Three Sisters 3)
“Whatwouldgain your favor, Isis?” His breath skated across her cheek, and his eyes fixated on her lips. “I am a man of many talents. Would you like the moon? I can’t pull it down for you, but I can show it to you in a way no other man can.”
Magic rose within her. Or she thought it must be magic. A rush like lightning branched and sizzled in her core, pounding in her veins. Her heart beat a mad tattoo against her breastbone.
“Aren’t you afraid of me?” she asked breathlessly. “I just admitted to you that I’m not of this world. I showed you magic for the first time and told you there’s a blood-sucking monster in your midst.”
He held her tighter, his hard length evident against her hip. “No, I’m not afraid. I must be crazy not to be, and it’s a crazy thing to do, taking you into my arms. Have you cast a spell over me, Isis? Because I find that despite knowing that I should be afraid, and feeling apprehensive only moments ago, what I feel now has nothing to do with fear.”
Heavy-lidded, she watched him through her lashes. Her breasts plumped, and a delicious ache throbbed between her legs. Shadows swirled around her ankles with her excitement. “We are alone. Why don’t you show me?”
At her invitation, he slid his hands up her sides and buried his fingers in her hair. “I thought you’d never ask.”
* * *
Of all thereckless things Pierre had done in his life, this might be the pinnacle. The woman was a witch. She’d said it plainly enough. Even now, as he kissed her full red lips, an unnatural coolness entered the room as if the night itself had seeped in and was ruffling his shirt. The chill felt good against his skin. Isis made him burn. He thought he might combust if he didn’t have her.
“Is this part of our deal, to keep my secret?” she asked suddenly.
“No,” he said, pulling his hands from her and backing away. “Isis, I would never… You always have a choice.”
“I thought your religion here forbade the pleasures of the flesh outside of marriage.”
He cocked his head. “I’ve never been a particularly religious man. Is that how it is where you are from?”
She shook her head. “No. I have had a lover.”
Lover.And why did he suddenly want to kill whoever it was? “Do you want me to stop?”
Her breath came out in a heavy sigh. “No. I want you to show me how you feel. I want you to teach me how a man from this realm touches a woman he wants. That is, if you want me.”
“Oh, there is no denying that, sweet Isis.” He traced his fingers along the neck of her gown, cupping her breast through the thin material. Yanking the fabric down, he freed her luscious mounds, the dress supporting them underneath. Damn him, they were as perfect as they appeared through the fabric. He lowered his head and sucked one of her perfect rose-colored nipples into his mouth. She arched against him and moaned.
Faintly, he was aware of the room growing darker, as if a storm was moving in. Good. Let it rain. He planned to be inside for a good while.
He moved his hand to take over where his mouth left off, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and triumphed at the delicious sounds of pleasure it elicited. Drawing her left breast into his mouth, he did the same to it, rolling the tight bud over his tongue, sucking gently. She leaned more fully into his arms.
Oh, to watch her come apart. From the moment he’d met her, he’d wondered how so much power and confidence could be housed in one woman’s body. Now, he knew she was no ordinary woman, and he longed to take her apart and put her back together, to see all her working parts.
He bunched the fabric of her skirt toward her hip, working it higher until he reached the hem. A shift of his leg between hers and he’d pinned the fabric in place, freeing his palm to press flush against her inner thigh. The silken feel of her skin was almost his undoing. His cock throbbed as he stroked up her leg, slowly following the soft curve of her thigh until he reached her bare center.
“You’re so wet.” His fingers glided along her slit, and he broke from the kiss to watch her reaction. Her lips were swollen, her pupils wide, turning her eyes dark. Her nails scraped along the fabric covering his chest.
She moved to remove his shirt.
“Not yet, goddess. Let me watch you.” He slipped a finger into her wet folds, then another when she arched against his hold. He made a come-to-me gesture with his fingers inside her, circling against her inner wall while the heel of his palm cupped her between her legs. Hunger and desire played across her face, and he smiled as he took her breast into his mouth again, suckling as he increased the speed of his fingers. She rode his hand in the most erotic way, grinding against his touch, chasing her release.
Something caressed the inside of his ankle. It felt like cool fingers, but both her hands were still fisting his shirt. Startled, he gave his leg a shake, breaking the rhythm.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “It’s me. My magic.”
Heart pounding, he pushed all fear aside, focusing only on her as he started again, working his hand deeper into her, laving her breasts with his tongue.
The caress continued, featherlight up the inside of his thigh. He groaned against her when the cool caress reached his balls and fondled them with exquisite pressure. This was new. He marveled at the feeling as it wrapped around his cock. It was like the night itself had taken him into its mouth. He thrust against her, his hand working between them, inside her.
He increased his pace as the magic increased in intensity. Sucking, licking, stroking, swirling along the head of his cock. He glanced between them, shocked his clothes were still on. He felt naked, exposed to the night that had seeped in around them. The room was thick with it now, the only light from the candles flickering on the table.
He circled his thumb over her clit, increasing the speed and pressure even as his own body threatened to pitch him over that glorious peak. When she tossed her head back and cried out, her inner walls pulsing against his fingers, he was not far behind. The magic tightened around his cock one last time, and he emptied himself into it, bending his knees to absorb the aftershocks that rocked through them both.
Later, through the haze of ecstasy, awareness dawned. Shadows circled the room. Slowly, the inky darkness seemed to leak back into Isis, as if she were drawing her own shadow into herself. The light returned, and the sounds of birds and buzzing things filled the space that was previously silent. He gaped as the last tendril of darkness flowed like blood from the toe of his boot back into her.
