Free Blood of the White Witch by Lacey Weatherford Page B

gave up and set the glass on the table.
    There was a very plush white rug on the
floor in front of the fireplace. I got up and went over to sit on
it, relishing the heat there.
    Staring into the flames, I enjoyed watching
them dance around. I became mesmerized by the movements, and I
lifted my hands to mimic the motion I saw, moving them from side to
side. Centering my thoughts, I let my energies flow out of me,
until the fire started to follow me, moving in the same motion as
my hands.
    I was completely absorbed in my little game
when Vance came to join me on the rug, setting his empty glass on
the table behind me.
    He lifted my damp hair away from my neck,
leaning in to kiss me there.
    “You look enchanting sitting here in the
firelight,” he whispered, and he nibbled and licked my skin.
    As usual, I tipped my head back to give him
better access to the spot.
    “So beautiful,” he said while he ran his
fingers through the wet strands of my hair.
    I closed my eyes, just enjoying his touch
and the magical moment he was weaving around us.
    He turned my face toward his and kissed me
gently on the lips, parting them with his tongue, before he wrapped
an arm around my waist and carefully laid me back onto the rug.
    He kissed me like that for several long
minutes, holding me softly, looking into my eyes. The rest of the
room began to melt away until all I could see was him.
    I reached one hand up to thread it through
his hair, and the other I placed on his sculpted cheek allowing my
fingers to trail lightly over the surface.
    “I love you so much, Vance,” I whispered to
him, completely wrapped up in his spell, always his willing
captive.
    “I’m glad. Loving you makes me happier than
I could’ve ever imagined,” he replied as his eyes traveled over my
face. “You cannot possibly know what it means to me to have you as
my wife.”
    “Then why don’t you show me,” I suggested to
him, as I moved my fingers up to trace over his brow.
    I felt the pull almost instantly, as his
mind opened up wide and linked with mine. All of his thoughts and
emotions poured into my head, causing a rush of sensation to move
throughout my body. The feelings he gave me were so intense that I
gasped out loud.
    He chuckled softly at my reaction.
    “You asked for it,” he said, a seductive
grin lighting up the masculine dimples on his face.
    “Yes, I did,” I replied, my breath
quickening as sensations I had never felt before danced through me.
“Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop!”
    “We’re doing this, Portia, both of us,” he
explained as he sucked at my neck and my breath caught in my throat
again with the intense emotions he caused by adding that physical
touch. “This is my passion reacting to yours, each of us echoing
back and forth off one another.”
    “But I have no idea what I’m doing! Why
hasn’t it been like this before?” I asked. I threw my head back, as
he licked up the side of my throat.
    “I guess because we were never mentally
linked during our previous times together,” he mumbled against my
skin.
    “For heaven’s sake, why not?” I exclaimed in
exasperation, wondering if he had been holding out on me on
purpose.
    “Too preoccupied … didn’t think of it …
didn’t want to rush you,” he spoke in between kisses. “And I’m
learning, too,” he whispered in my ear right before he nibbled at
my earlobe, sending little waves of pleasure over me.
    “Teach me everything you know. Don’t leave
out a thing,” I begged him, wanting to make him feel exactly as I
did.
    “That could take a while,” he laughed
softly.
    “I don’t care,” I replied, right before he
took my mouth with his.
    We ended up spending the whole night right
there on the floor in front of the fireplace.
     
     

Chapter 6
    We awoke in the morning to a soft knock on
the door to the suite.
    Vance quickly jumped up, pulling me with
him, swinging me off my feet and carrying me over to the bed. When
I was safely tucked in