Free Yuletide Enchantment by Sophie Renwick Page A

sinking into her thighs as he slowly lowered her onto him. Her body arched, her long curls grazed the velvet cushion as her breasts bounced evoca tively with every one of his thrusts. He loved watching her body move in time with his. Loved how her hair glistened in the firelight, the ends rubbing against the silk in time to his strokes in a rhythm that was both slow and seductive.
    His finger stole into her curls, and she whimpered in appreciation. She sank farther onto him, totally impaling herself on his length. He heard her suck in her breath, and he nipped at her ear as his finger continued to tease her sensitive flesh. She tightened, then jerked in his arms, her bottom provocatively grazing his thighs. He smiled into her hair as the soft cries of her release splintered the air, and he watched as her face softened into exquisite bliss.
    His seed spilled forth as he continued to rock against her, her warmth enveloping him, caressing and tightening around him.
    “I won’t ever let you go, Isobel,” he said against her hair. “No matter what happens, you’ll always belong to me.”

    “Do Sidhe men always wake their women so?” Isobel asked as she yawned. Daegan chuckled and wrapped his arms around her as he lifted her from the lounge and carried her across the room to the bed. “I couldn’t resist. You looked so enticing.”
    Isobel sat up, her long hair dragged over Daegan’s chest. “I’m glad.”
    He covered her lips with his index finger. “I cannot always come to you, Isobel. My magic . . . my essence is intertwined with Annwyn. I cannot exist for any time outside its realm. You will have to come to me.”
    “I’m sorry,” she said, biting her lip. “I was confused. I didn’t know what to do, but I always knew I wanted you.”
    He kissed her soundly then. “I could not bear another night without you.”
    Isobel lay in his arms and enjoyed the feel of his fingers lazily making circles on her back. She was content and happy like this, in Daegan’s arms.
    “What are we going to do?” she said with a sigh. “How will we stay together? I do not only want to have you in my sleep, Daegan. And you cannot live in my world—”
    “There is a way for you to live in mine,” he said, “but you will have to decide if it is the path you wish to walk.”
    “What is it?”
    “I could offer you the rite of lanamnas.”
    “And that is?”
    “It is a sacred ritual of my people. It is a sort of a handfasting, but for us, the lanamnas is only taken with a soul mate. It is an eternal vow, muirnín. You will be my wife in all ways, and I will be your husband.”
    “And we can be together if I agree to this rite?”
    He nodded. “But there is a price for us to be together. Once we are eternally bound, you cannot leave Annwyn—ever.”
    Her heart sank. To never see Fiona again, or her father. To never see her soon-to-be niece or nephew . . .
    When she looked up at him, it was through tears. “You speak of eternity. Are you immortal?”
    He stroked her cheek. “We can be killed, by iron and black magic. But if left in peace to live out our natural lives, it is possible for my kind to live many hundreds of years, and when it is our time, our magic dies, our inner light wanes, and we fade into Summerland.”
    “Would I live that long then?”
    “In Annwyn you would. Once you are bound to me and my magic, I will make it so.”
    “Everyone I love will be long dead before I die.” Biting her lip, she forced back the croak in her voice. “And in the afterlife? Where will I go? To our heaven or to your version of it?”
    “I do not know.” His gaze softened, and he kissed her brow, then her nose, before softly brushing his mouth against hers. “ ’Tis much I ask of you, Isobel. I know that. I will not press you. I will release my spell on the pin, and my hold on you. You see,” he said, cupping her cheek, “I love you too much to see you unhappy. Come willingly to me, understanding all that you will give