Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Viola Grace
Word Count :14000
Publication Date :2010-08-06
Series : Sisters of Silverwood#7
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-235-0
Valentine is the greatest matchmaker of the modern age, but she is handicapped by the fact that she can't release her inhibitions enough to surrender to love. Mythos is an elven healer, but even he can't make her heart whole unless she submits to herself and acts on her own impulses. Time is ticking, but until Valentine makes herself whole, the Sisters of Silverwood will never fulfil their purpose and magic will not return to the modern age. Let's hope her instincts triumph over her fears.
"Valentine? What the hell is going on?" Mythos's concerned voice was echoing through her door and she flung it open, facing her soon-to-be lover like a tiger attacking its prey. He was startled to say the least.
She advanced on him and he retreated while his eyes feasted on her body from head to toe over and over. "Me? I am tired of you talking to me like an invalid. I am a woman, I have needs and, based on the erection you get whenever you see me, you have them, too."
His mouth opened and closed as she backed him into his bedroom. She paced forward silently and pushed him back on the bed. First, she stripped him of his shirt, then his trousers, and when they got stuck, his shoes. She should have remembered the shoes. It had slowed her own disrobing rather dramatically.
"You know, it is very convenient that elves don't like underwear or that could have taken a lot longer." She crawled on top of his silent form, then rubbed her body against his like a cat. He groaned and she smiled. "We are going to make you a new memory of my body and you are not going to say a word until I am done. Then we will discuss it." She leaned forward and nibbled on his jaw. "Nod if you agree."
His nod came without hesitation, and when she rubbed his cock against her cleft, so did she. Her body was wet, ready and adrenaline was pulsing through her so she settled her opening on his erection and let her body weight push him into her body.
A few twinges of pain flickered through her and Mythos's hands gripped her hips as if to stop her. She grabbed his hands and pulled them away, pushing herself onto him completely. Whew. That had taken some of the edge off her lust, but seeing her lover's eyes closed and head thrown back gave her more than hormones, it gave her strength of purpose.
She braced her hands on his belly and lifted herself almost completely off him. On the down stroke, sweat began to bead her belly. So that was what all the fuss was about. She did it again and again. Mythos groaned heavily, his hips arching against hers. Valentine rode him until sweat was flying from her and their bodies slapped together in a steady beat. Her hands gripped her breasts to keep them from bouncing and that was when he made his move. He reached two fingers between them and rocked them against her clit…