about it.
His clasp was like an iron torque around her middle, embracing, sheltering–yet, still capturing. She could sense it. She heard him snap off another lallax pod and then felt the scented oil as he trickled it over each pointed nipple. Before she could speak, his mouth swiftly captured one fragrant bud as it bobbed just above the waterline. The pull of those firm masculine lips was like hot satin on her. Scalding, yet silky smooth.
Unapologetically, he suckled the delicious lallax right from her breasts. Then his own scent began to mingle with hers. Preparing her for him. Luring her to him. Snow could hardly breathe. She tingled form head to toe with intense desire for him.
Palms to her sides, the Familiar lifted her out of the water. He seemed to favor the position for he immediately locked her in a tighter embrace, keeping her still as his lips captured her. He drew and drew upon the sensitive peaks, tugging and playing with each distended nipple until she thought she’d go mad.
When her hands sank into his hair and clenched, he growled in the back of his throat.
It was the most wildly sensual thing she had ever heard. Her fingers shakily tangled into the long strands. "Salair," she breathed. "I am–"
He triggered the mating response.
A sudden breeze shot across the pond, but it did not cool her fevered skin. Why was she suddenly so hot? Her entire body prickled with need! For his touch.
His kiss.
His body.
Snow tried again. "I am–" She swallowed, but could no longer speak.
"You are what?" he whispered as he kissed up her neck and tugged on her earlobe.
"I-I do not know anymore." And she truly didn't. All she could think of was the touch of his lips, the feel of his wide, warm palms pressed against her back as he held her tight to him. The plushness of his skin. The hard impact of his muscular frame as he embraced her. His luscious scent. That cool wintry forest. That crisp excitement of awakened life. . .
His luscious scent.
His luscious scent.
His luscious scent.
Covering her. Entangling her. Filling her!
What was happening? Snow blinked and tried to regain herself. It was as if she were sinking into a vat of a heady brew. She wanted him with every breath she took. What would he do to her next? she wondered, shakily. He began by simply licking her nipple. As if he were lapping up a bowl of creamy lallax. Over and over. In long, even flicks of his tongue.
Each hot rasp sent her spiraling. She was lost to this man's expertise!
Why had no one warned her what Familiars were truly like? Her heart began to pound in her chest, a steady, strong beat of escalating desire. Shivers ran down her arms and to her toes.
Under the water, the tip of his manhood bobbed against her inner thigh.
It momentarily brought her to her senses.
Snow placed her palms against Salair’s naked chest in an attempt to find her breath. And her sanity. "I think you–I think you still misunderstand the situation, Salair Ner. I will bathe with you in this pond, but after–" She thought about the delicious waves of enticement rolling off him and decided it would be foolish to send him away. Who knew when, if ever, this chance would arise for her again? "Mayhap, I might share a bed with you this eve. But, I have no intentions of mating anyone. My life is quite settled."
"Predictable," he supplied too helpfully, as he continued with the licking.
She pursed her lips. "Ordered," she shot back.
"Safe," he countered and bit down lightly.
" Oh! Whatever. In any case, I do not need a–" His finger curled under the edge of her chin. She could feel him bending closer to her. He must be quite tall , she realized with a gulp.
"Snow," he murmured in a husky kind of voice that she had never heard any man use before. Tiny bumps rose on her skin. She swallowed as she waited to hear what he would say next.
It was not what she expected.
"This Familiar takes you," he kissed the corner of her mouth.
"But–"
His finger across her
His clasp was like an iron torque around her middle, embracing, sheltering–yet, still capturing. She could sense it. She heard him snap off another lallax pod and then felt the scented oil as he trickled it over each pointed nipple. Before she could speak, his mouth swiftly captured one fragrant bud as it bobbed just above the waterline. The pull of those firm masculine lips was like hot satin on her. Scalding, yet silky smooth.
Unapologetically, he suckled the delicious lallax right from her breasts. Then his own scent began to mingle with hers. Preparing her for him. Luring her to him. Snow could hardly breathe. She tingled form head to toe with intense desire for him.
Palms to her sides, the Familiar lifted her out of the water. He seemed to favor the position for he immediately locked her in a tighter embrace, keeping her still as his lips captured her. He drew and drew upon the sensitive peaks, tugging and playing with each distended nipple until she thought she’d go mad.
When her hands sank into his hair and clenched, he growled in the back of his throat.
It was the most wildly sensual thing she had ever heard. Her fingers shakily tangled into the long strands. "Salair," she breathed. "I am–"
He triggered the mating response.
A sudden breeze shot across the pond, but it did not cool her fevered skin. Why was she suddenly so hot? Her entire body prickled with need! For his touch.
His kiss.
His body.
Snow tried again. "I am–" She swallowed, but could no longer speak.
"You are what?" he whispered as he kissed up her neck and tugged on her earlobe.
"I-I do not know anymore." And she truly didn't. All she could think of was the touch of his lips, the feel of his wide, warm palms pressed against her back as he held her tight to him. The plushness of his skin. The hard impact of his muscular frame as he embraced her. His luscious scent. That cool wintry forest. That crisp excitement of awakened life. . .
His luscious scent.
His luscious scent.
His luscious scent.
Covering her. Entangling her. Filling her!
What was happening? Snow blinked and tried to regain herself. It was as if she were sinking into a vat of a heady brew. She wanted him with every breath she took. What would he do to her next? she wondered, shakily. He began by simply licking her nipple. As if he were lapping up a bowl of creamy lallax. Over and over. In long, even flicks of his tongue.
Each hot rasp sent her spiraling. She was lost to this man's expertise!
Why had no one warned her what Familiars were truly like? Her heart began to pound in her chest, a steady, strong beat of escalating desire. Shivers ran down her arms and to her toes.
Under the water, the tip of his manhood bobbed against her inner thigh.
It momentarily brought her to her senses.
Snow placed her palms against Salair’s naked chest in an attempt to find her breath. And her sanity. "I think you–I think you still misunderstand the situation, Salair Ner. I will bathe with you in this pond, but after–" She thought about the delicious waves of enticement rolling off him and decided it would be foolish to send him away. Who knew when, if ever, this chance would arise for her again? "Mayhap, I might share a bed with you this eve. But, I have no intentions of mating anyone. My life is quite settled."
"Predictable," he supplied too helpfully, as he continued with the licking.
She pursed her lips. "Ordered," she shot back.
"Safe," he countered and bit down lightly.
" Oh! Whatever. In any case, I do not need a–" His finger curled under the edge of her chin. She could feel him bending closer to her. He must be quite tall , she realized with a gulp.
"Snow," he murmured in a husky kind of voice that she had never heard any man use before. Tiny bumps rose on her skin. She swallowed as she waited to hear what he would say next.
It was not what she expected.
"This Familiar takes you," he kissed the corner of her mouth.
"But–"
His finger across her
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