Page 179 of Happily Ever Witch
Trevelyan’s lips found hers, even as his magic licked up the inside of her thigh. His tongue couldn’t be in two places at once, but he could make itfeellike it was.
“Oh myGod…” She breathed. “I didn’t know you could do that.” Her feet slipped around the back of his legs, clinging to him. “You should have told me, because you would’ve been doing it for days.”
“Dragons can do anything we want. I believe Ididtell you that.” His powers found a spot she really, really liked. “And what I want most is you.” Trevelyan smoothed a palm over her hair. “I love you, Esmeralda.”
She gazed up at him, enraptured.
“Obsessively. Passionately.Viciously.” He went on. “It’s terrifying how much I love you.”
“I don’t terrify easy.” Her hips arched upward, seeking more. “Love me all you want. I can take it.” Her incredible skin glowed with happiness and magic. “After all, you’re part owner of a record store, and you let me paint your nails, and I like your smile. You’re perfect for me!”
“Iamperfect for you.” Trevelyan positioned his erection at her weeping entrance. “I’m even tragically normal.” He pressed into her tight channel, while his powers did very Bad things to every part of her they could reach. “See?”
Her nails dug into his hips, dragging him even closer. “Don’t ever stop beingexactlythis normal.”
He dipped his head to nuzzle her magnificent breasts. “You are the freedom I fought for my whole life.”
This time was different, between them. They both felt it. There was magic and teasing, but it was also… gentler. Somehow that made the experience even more intense.
He made a contented sound against her nipple. “How many times a day is it ‘normal’ for you to tell me you love me?”
“I don’t know.” Her eyes were glazed with desire. “Once?”
He scoffed at that completely unreasonable estimate. “I’m thinking twice an hour. I’m a dragon! We need constant attention or we set shit on fire.”
Esmeralda’s hands glided through his hair. “Sounds like the perfect kind of normal for a wicked witch.” She drew him down to suck on his lower lip. “I love you so much.”
Trevelyan forgot what they were even talking about. It was impossible to concentrate on anything except her. He thrust deep, and her ankles came up to lock around his waist, and he felt every single part of them connect.
Esmeralda’s palm cupped the side of his face. “I see sparks in your eyes, too.” She whispered.
“Obviously.” He breathed, basking in her scent. “It’s impossible to hide my feelings for you. They burn through every single part of me.”
She smiled at him and he was lost.
He’d had sex countless times. (And he’d fucked even more.) With Esmeralda, it was beyond that, though. He was making love to her.Withher. In the past, he would have scoffed at the softer verbage. Would have insisted that there was no real difference, except for a polite sheen on the words. But he would have been dead wrong.
Esmeralda undulated against him, her mouth parted in passion. As they moved together, her crimson gazed stayed locked onto his and he’d never felt so close to anyone. It wasn’t just the physical act that was better than ever before. It was the emotion and the sense of belonging he had with Esmeralda. With her, he gave everything and she gave him back even more.
When she came, it triggered his own release. Esmeralda arched upward with a blissful cry, holding him tight. That was all it took. Trevelyan shouted her name, as he spent himself deep inside of her. Perfect. All of it was perfect, because he was with his witch.
He collapsed forward, totally replete. Because he wasn’t ready to let her go, he rolled onto his side, taking Esmeralda with him. She wound up sprawled across his chest. Neither of them seemed to mind.
It took Trevelyan awhile to catch his breath. “Iknewdoing this with a sparkly-eyed girl would be extraordinary. I’m always right.”
“And so modest.” She laid a palm over his heart. “Mate.”
“Mate.” He put his hand over hers, so their fingers slid together.
The intimacy of the moment struck him. Esmeralda was the only person he’d ever been truly intimate with and he found he liked it. Craved it. His blood began to heat again, stimulated by her and their connection. They really were True Loves. He finally realized what that meant. His love for her was the deepest, purest, truest part of him.
She snuggled closer, not missing his renewed arousal. “We can’t go another round, right now. We can lay here for ten minutes and then we have to go rescue Marrok.”
“Again?” He groaned. “Rescuing your brother is becoming our fulltime job.”
“We haven’t even finished rescuing him from the first time, yet. You left him stranded someplace.”
“We’ll go looking for him in an hour.” He offered, always willing to compromise with his mate.
