Page 333 of The Daughters of Avalon
Sweet fates.
She couldtastehis ardor,smellhis arousal—the faintest trace of pollen, that made her ache deep down.
Freely choose, or choose to be free…
Unbidden, she heard the words like a whisper in her head, and despite that she’d already spoken her vows before a priest, she knew it was a plea from the Goddess for Rhiannon to speak now or forever hold her peace.
“I choose you,” she said breathlessly, and heard an answering whisper…
Bound by destiny, to destiny bound,
Another to one, and one to another.
“Rhiannon,” he cried softly, perhaps oblivious to the words of the Goddess, and Rhiannon melted against him, her breasts hardening against the tiny hairs of his chest.
Instinctively, she arched backward, supported by the strength of his arms, as he trailed soft, little kisses from her lips to her chin, down her neck, and down through the valley of her breasts. When his mouth closed, hot and insistent, over one nipple, she moaned softly with terrible longing.
This was everything she had ever desired and yet nothing she had ever anticipated. Even as he suckled, Rhiannon felt a delicious tug at her womb, and a dampness creep between her thighs.
And then… sweet Goddess… he lowered himself again, kneeling at her feet, and lifted his face to her mons.
His tongue struck out, boldly sweeping between her woman’s flower, pressing high against her bud, the sensation warm and delicious in contrast with the cool water cascading over their bodies. And suddenly, she lost the thread of hermagikcompletely, leaving the water to trickle over them in spurts that mirrored each foray of his tongue.
“Cael,” she cried out, her fingers weaving themselves into his thick, black hair, groping desperately as he drank from her, rewarding her with a first taste of animal pleasure; it washed over her in waves, wracking her body with shivers. And then herose again to offer her his tongue and Rhiannon was shocked to find the taste of her body lingered.
Bold. Shocking. Delicious.
If she’d thought herself intrepid, this only inspired her sense of daring. She accepted the gift, a pleasant tang that she would never have been audacious enough to explore on her own. Her body began to convulse in the most private of places, and she longed desperately to be filled—intuitively, knowing it could only be Cael.
“I’d lay beneath you,” she said, shivering in his arms.
He smiled gently. “I’d have you lay beside me instead.”
She nodded, understanding, and lowered a hand to his manhood, touching it tentatively.
“Art certain?” he asked.
“I’m your wife,” she said.
That wasall Cael needed to hear.
Merely hearing those heartfelt words nearly unmanned him where he stood.
He could barely restrain himself. She was perfect, a blend of innocence and daring that fueled his jaded imagination. He could think of a million ways he longed to have her, but realizing this would be her first coupling, he intended to prepare her as best as he could. If, indeed, his time in this realm was nearing an end, he would die contentedly, knowing he had, at long last, found the light of his heart. As it so happened she was Uther’s heir.
Morwen’s daughter.
Yet none of that mattered.
Not right now.
Burying the tips of his fingers into her silky mons, he continued to kiss her mouth, mimicking with his tongue the rhythm he longed to follow with his hips.
She tasted sweet, like honeysuckles, sex and rain—the odd combination like manna from Heaven. This night would be theirs, he vowed—even if on the morrow the fires of hell rose to destroy him. Nothing, no one, could keep him from claiming his wife…
Bound by destiny, to destiny bound,
Another to one, one to another.
