Charlotte whimpered as he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her to him. He was desperate to feel the closeness, the warmth, and to bask in her glow again.
“Of course you did. I let you catch me,” she spoke softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
They were sheltered by the trees that wrapped themselves around them, keeping their love safe. A worried frown furrowed her brow, which he found absolutely seductive. Their energies were tangible as they mingled. Heat poured off her body, as though her skin were lit aflame.
“I cannot resist the pull between us. Can you feel it?” He watched her intently, his palms running down the sides of her arms.
“Yes. It is wonderful,” Charlotte admitted breathily with a quivering exhale.
Closing his eyes, Peregrine savored the whisper of her words as they danced on his lips.
She was caught.
He opened his eyes, and the angel was before him, entrancing him, as though no time had passed between them. She pushed him gently to the ground, and he was at once lying in a pillowy bed of moss and ferns, with Charlotte settled across his lap. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back and over her ample bosom, surrounding him with her enchanting fragrance.
“How I have missed you,” he said, tears prickling his eyes. A sob died somewhere in his throat. He would not give in to the sadness. Her touch brought back such a familiar sense of peace. He savored the electricity as a shiver of desire skated over the surface of his skin.
“No one has ever made me feel like this,” he confessed, bringing a hand to her face, drunk on the feel of their breaths mingling. Cupping her silken cheek in his palm, his thumb brushed achingly slowly over her lips, as though trying to imprint the feeling into his own skin. Time stopped, allowing them to stir the memories and feel the essence each had been missing. A tear slid beneath his finger, fallen from her haunting brown eyes, and he smiled.
“You mustn’t weep, dear Lottie. We are together at last,” he said.
“I thought I would never kiss you again,” she said as she leaned over to brush her lips against his. Salty mingled with sweet as he deepened their kiss.
Peregrine moaned; she tasted so sublime. There was no heavenlike this. He slanted his head as his tongue ran along the entrance of her mouth, coaxing her to open to him, as she had done so many times before. Her hands roamed his linen shirt. His body raged with a fever of longing as she explored.
Tugging at the ribbons securing her chemise at the bodice, he pulled them apart gently. He slipped inside to feel the warmth of her skin hiding beneath the delicate lace and cotton. Charlotte moaned softly against his mouth, her nipple hardening in his hand as he kneaded the soft peak. She seemed to ache for his touch as deeply as he did for hers. The pain of longing was punishing and relentless.
His hands smoothed down her waist as they moved to lift the hem of her chemise. He exposed the side of her thigh, eager to continue his exploration. A fire burned that could only be extinguished by Charlotte’s tender caress. She moved her satiny lips to his chest and stoked the flame of his desire with small, fluttering kisses. It had been so long since he had needed to be touched by anyone that his protective walls disappeared as his forest nymph had her way with him.
“I must touch you,” he said in a gravelly voice, desperate for her to allow him his own liberties. She guided his hand over the curve of her hip, placing it under her chemise, where nothing but heat awaited him.
“You little minx. I love it when you’re ready for me,” he growled as he gently squeezed her thigh and moved his hand toward her core.
Charlotte let out a little cry as he discovered the source of her heat, the center of her desire, begging for him to explore further. He used his thumb to twirl around her little bud, massaging along her slit and spreading the bountiful moisture he found there.
“My dear Lottie. Are you certain?”
She whimpered and nibbled his lower lip as she braced herself for the tender invasion. He muffled a groan as his finger entered her. Her tight sheath clamped down on him, her sweet honey easing his passage inside. His mouth went dry as the imagined the feel hersqueezing his cock the same way. His length throbbed against her silky thighs, waiting for attention.
“Touch me,” she whispered. “I am on fire.”
“Touch yourself, my Lottie. Caress that beautiful skin. Show me,” Perry insisted, as she moaned and moved against his finger. She was so luscious and demanding. He could sense her excitement growing and pressed a second finger inside her as she drenched his fingers.
“That’s it. Show me how you like it,” he insisted.
His eyes grew heavy as he watched her tentatively bring her hands to her stomach, then eased a palm on each breast as he filled her with his fingers and gripped her luscious curves. He hoped she would find her release soon as his cock pressed against his breeches, eager to fill her. He watched her with hungry eyes, eating up each movement of her hands on her breasts. She pinched her nipples tentatively and moaned as she tightened on his fingers.
His gaze heated, devouring how she took her pleasure. “Squeeze them again. Yes, show me.”
She lovingly stroked her breasts, teasing and rubbing her nipples. He sensed her peak approaching as her passage fluttered around his fingers. Her movements grew more impatient. With a few honeyed strokes inside her, Perry moaned as she cried out.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me,” he said, his voice more breath than sound.
Her release tore through her, soaking and squeezing his fingers. His sweet nymph flushed, a soft pink tinge spreading from her cheeks to the delicate peaks of her nipples. He was completely besotted. Entirely enchanted.
“Perry,” she breathed, his name a plea coming from her lips. “I need you.”
“Show me how well you can take me. I want to remember,” he rasped desperately as she moved to untie his breeches. He dragged his fingers to his mouth, eager to taste her release. A tortured groan slipped from him as she released his cock from its prison.
