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Ardan lifted up his body and moaned. She continued to stroke him with her lips, amazed when a thin coat of sweat appeared on his stiff and tension-filled body. The aroma he gave off tantalized her senses, making her want to do more. Somehow she managed to stay out of his grasping hands and continued to tongue-fuck him until she felt he was going to burst. Finally, he grabbed her hair and pulled her to him before pushing her to her back.

  “I need to be in you… now,” he breathed heavily before taking her mouth, tongue thrusting in to the warm recesses.

  Lifting her knees with his arms, he rammed himself to the hilt in one fluid motion. Breathless, Angie arched to meet him, the tip of his penis touching her cervix and causing almost unbearable pleasure. Reaching up, she licked one hand then the other and began to caress his nipples, plucking them to tight nubs as she had done the night before. Plunging into her again, he released one leg and reached for her breast, rubbing one nipple with his thumb. She could feel it swell in response as the aureole tightened in his hand while his fingers circled the rose colored flesh. Slowly, he leaned forward to grind his pelvis into hers. Not only was his penis touching her throbbing inner spot, his body now rubbed furiously against her clit in a slow dance of erotic pleasure.

  Quickly, he rolled them until she was on top. Placing both hands upon her breasts, he began to work the nipples. “Your breasts are so beautiful.”

  Pulling her down to him, he placed his hot tongue on her gingerly, as if testing just how sensitive her nipples were at this very moment. Moaning, she tossed back her head and presented herself even further to him. The euphoric pleasure began to build in her.

  “Touch my clit,” she moaned.

  Moving one hand from her breast, she felt his thumb push aside her labia and pull some of the wetness from where they were joined. Dragging his wet fingers back, he began to apply pressure with his thumb, strumming slowly up one side and down the other as he brought her to the brink without ever letting her fall over the edge.

  “Not yet,” he murmured. “There is still more to come.”

  Angie’s breathing came faster. The man turned her on so much. “I know.”

  He continued to rub this thumb along her clit. Suddenly he flipped her on her back once again, pulled out of her and went down on her, quickly replacing his fingers with his tongue. The new sensation left Angie nearly undone as his fingers and mouth worked her already sensitive areas. The heat in Angie’s crotch reached inferno proportions as he continued to stroke her hot body. Even though she wanted to savor every moment with the man she loved, she wanted this exquisite torture to end.

  “Please,” she whispered, “harder… I need more… please.”

  For the second time that night, she could feel his laughter reverberate through her body. And she knew he was going to make her wait. Arching her neck, she sighed deeply. She didn’t know how much more she could take. Soon, he took her with his fingers, in and out of her body. And all too soon, Ardan again had her a writhing, moaning being with just one thought on her mind. Climax.

  * * * *

  Ardan watched the firelight play off her body a thousand different ways. Her skin was so soft and her crotch so ready for him that he didn’t want to spoil her pleasure with his own. He wanted to unwrap her pleasure layer by layer, each building upon the other until there was nowhere to go except orgasm. And then the magic would really begin.

  Slowly, his tongue rasped her clit once again and he pulled back slightly. He gently pressed her labia apart and blew on her. He was rewarded with one long moan as her body arched into him.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What does it feel like?” he practically purred. This woman was perfection and he knew she was ready to explode.

  “Like you’re torturing me, that’s what,” she groaned, still breathing hard.

  Leisurely, he ran his hands over her ribcage and caressed her breasts again, swirling his fingers around each hard nipple. Glancing up, he saw each stand at attention, responding to his touch. He wanted to make her feel as if she could explode just from him manipulating her breasts. Massaging her breasts, he lifted himself and brought his lips into contact with one then the other. Slowly, his tongue glided across each peaked surface before it returned to the nipple to flick it and blow on it gently. Seeing the surprise in her eyes, he bit down lightly and then took her nipple into his mouth once again. Continuing for a few more moments on her other breast, he finally returned his hands to her crotch and dipped into her silky, slickness making her moan even louder than before.

  “Torturing you, huh?” Ardan lifted his face to look at her.

  “Yeah…that’s what I would call it…” She watched him through slit eyes.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Everything you want to give me.”

  Moving to sit on the floor in front of her, he pulled her to the edge of the couch. Stretching her labia apart once more, he blew on her engorged flesh and pushed his fingers into her, feeling her jerk in response. Smoothly, he licked her from her clit to her anus, paying special attention to her puckered rosette. Sliding his fingers in and out of her vagina, he spread her wetness over her entire crotch. “Relax,” he murmured. “It’s going to be even better than before.”

  Soon her legs began to tremble as he worked his magic with his hands and fingers. In and out, they pushed and tugged each stroke in both her vagina and her anus even more mind-blowing than before. The erotic fires burned hotter with each stroke of his hand. The wet sounds of him stroking her flesh brought renewed trembling in her body. He continued to stroke every sweet spot he could find with skilled precision.

  “Please,” she whispered again, tossing under his machinations.

  “You know, there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. If I take you this way, it’s still going to hurt a little.”

  “I don’t give a damn. Just put your cock in me somewhere.” As if proving her point, she jerked him up to her and shoved her hips to him, slowly grinding her cunt into his penis.

  He was nearly undone. Pulling her legs wide apart, he shoved himself into her vagina hard and retreated. Rubbing the head around her tight rosette, he pushed slowly until he cleared the muscle ring. She was so tight and hot. It took everything he had not to shove himself in to the hilt. He wanted this to be as pleasurable for her as it was for him.

  “I’m trying to go slow.” He watched her emotions play across her beautiful face.

  “Screw slow,” she breathed and pushed herself onto his hard shaft.

  He shuddered in response. “Hardly fair.”

  “Don’t care…touch me…touch me hard.”

  Placing her legs on his shoulders, he once again spread her labia, rubbing the hard nub with his thumbs. With each stroke of his penis, he rubbed her a little harder than the previous time. First with one thumb, then the other, he never gave her clit a moments rest. The air changed and the hair bristled on him. The magic came in such a rush, he didn’t know if he would be able to contain himself or it. His cock surged into her body again as his control waivered.

  “Angie,” he moaned. “I don’t think I can stop myself.”

  “I’m close,” she breathed and bucked onto him again.

  The moisture slid from her body as he fondled her sensitive flesh. The color began to swirl around them in ever frantic patterns, dispersing and coalescing again and again as the sexual energy built up even more. The savage strength of what was building between them scared the crap out of him.

  Angie jerked once, then again as her orgasm began to overtake her. Slamming into her, he moved his hands and leaned into her, forehead to forehead. Grabbing her hands in a near death grip, he grunted as he bucked into her over and over before the cataclysmic orgasm overtook him as the magical firestorm hurled toward them.

  Much later, curled together in his bed, drifting to sleep, he could have sworn she told him she loved him.

  Chapter 6

  It had been over a month since the twins were born and Angie and A
rdan had fallen into a schedule of sorts. Every day, they worked at the clinic and every night, they made fantastic love, each time better than the last. Earlier in the month she had made the mistake of whispering her love and hearing no response, she remained mute on the point. So when his mother came into the clinic to invite them to dinner because Jedrick and Tessa had finally named the twins, she felt relieved. She didn’t know how much longer she could be in the same room with the man and not blurt out her feelings.

  She didn’t want to be pushy but she had known all along what her feelings would develop into and that was a deep, ever-biding love. Angie had worshipped him from afar for a long time and now that she had him in her bed every night, she poured out her feelings with her body so she would not speak it aloud.

  Now, Angie stood nervously in the foyer of Ardan’s parents’ home. From the look of the front entrance, she could tell that it was a much larger home than where he currently lived. Briefly, she wondered if there were different size homes for the elf families residing in the village with Santa. She had never really been anywhere in the village except the clinic, Ardan’s home, Tessa’s place and now here. Sighing, she had to concentrate on the events at hand. They had been invited to a family dinner welcoming the twins into the world. She didn’t know whether she should be extremely happy or cautious.

  Tessa had warned her that she would be “summoned” to the family domicile sometime while she was there, especially since it seemed as if she were with Ardan. But this was no ordinary family dinner. This event would be the one where Tessa and Jedrick would tell everyone what they decided to name the twins. So Angie felt she had little to do with it at all even though his mother had made it a big deal when she stopped at the clinic yesterday.

  “Nervous?”

  Angie turned to look at his handsome face. “Kinda. You?”

  “Only because of my mother. She can really put people on edge. She wants to know every aspect of our lives.”

  She chuckled and placed her hand on his arm. “I’m sure she’s not that bad. The few times we talked, I realized just how important her family is to her. And that’s very special in my book, if you ask me.”

  “If you say so.” He smiled down at her and her heart skipped a beat.

  Standing on tiptoes, she gently kissed his lips. “She’s your mother and she only wants what’s best for you.”

  Ardan’s arms crushed her to him and he deepened the kiss. Angie was lost to the world when she heard someone clear their throat behind them. Breaking the kiss, she turned to greet whoever was behind them.

  Two of Ardan’s siblings stood there. Aingeal had her arms crossed over her chest and a slight frown on her face while Cuinn grinned from ear to ear.

  “I told you they were swapping spit,” he said triumphantly.

  Aingeal glared at him. “And they say you’re the older one.” Grabbing Angie’s arm, she tugged her out of her brother’s embrace. “Come on, let’s get away from these adolescent boys.”

  Angie smiled back at Ardan and let herself be pulled away by Aingeal who dragged her to the middle of what appeared to be a game room. A pool table dominated the center of the space. Gathered round its main attraction, the rest of the Locklin clan were in various states of play.

  She vaguely remembered being introduced to everyone when she attended the wedding. When one young dark-haired woman approached her, she immediately placed a name with the face.

  “I don’t know if you remember me…,” the young woman began.

  “Merna, right?”

  “Yeah…you remembered.”

  “Well…since there are only two girls in this family…it was easy to remember.”

  “You have beautiful eyes. They’re—they’re violet!”

  “Thank you. And violet they are. You know, only one other person I ever knew had violet eyes and that was Elizabeth Taylor. So I think we’re rather unique…neither one of us wore contacts…I don’t even think color contacts were that much in vogue during her heyday or even used except in the movies.”

  “Great actress,” said Maddox, Merna’s twin. “I really love her old movies. She was one sexy babe in her day.”

  “Watch it,” warned Aingeal.

  “Old movies? Did I hear someone say something about old movies?” Cuinn came up behind them

  “Yeah, Angie was talking about Elizabeth Taylor’s violet eyes.”

  “That’s right—they were that color—and absolutely amazing.”

  “And just think—I get to gaze in them everyday.” Ardan walked up to stand behind her. “I think we need to go help Jedrick and Tessa.”

  “I just got her,” said Aingeal. “You can’t take her away already!”

  Ardan stopped and looked at his sister. Angie couldn’t tell by his look what he thought. “Don’t worry,” he said finally, “I will bring her back as long as you promise not to torture her.”

  “What?” Aingeal questioned. “Honestly, brother, I would think I should tell you that. Angie is wonderful and you’re just the big, bad wolf.”

  His rich laughter filled the room. “You think so?” he quipped and reached out to ruffle her hair. “Hardly. You should be protecting me from her and her womanly ways. It’s hard to tell what she’ll get me to do.”

  “Hey…I’m not a kid anymore…so don’t do that.” Aingeal fluffed her hair back in place. “Does that look okay?”

  Angie watched the sibling banter and for a quick moment felt a twinge of jealousy. She had never had anything like that at all. Even though she and Tessa had always been close, she knew this was different.

  “You look wonderful,” she said to Ardan’s sister after a moment. “And you…,” turning to Ardan to poke in his abdomen with her index finger, “…you need to stay in your lane. Now, what did you say about Jedrick and Tessa?”

  “My own lane, huh? You’ll pay for that one,” he stated quietly, laughter dancing around the fringes.

  “Promises, promises.”

  “Really, we need to get to the front door.” Ardan grabbed her arm and gently pulled her in the direction of the front door. “You really shouldn’t encourage Aingeal.”

  Angie frowned. “Encourage her to what? Be herself?”

  “Is that what you call it?”

  “That’s your sister we’re talking about.”

  “My very flawed sister you mean.”

  “Why? Because she doesn’t conform to your sensibilities?” The man made her downright angry sometimes, she thought, as she stomped into the foyer.

  “Hey…,” Ardan stopped her in her tracks, “I don’t want to argue about my sister and how she manipulates people. Or apparently has sex too much, if there is such a thing.” He began to rub his hands up and down her almost bare arms, making them tingle. “I have much better things to do.”

  Leaning down he planted a tender kiss firmly on her mouth. She softened a little. Taking quick nibbles of her bottom lip, he expertly slid his tongue into her mouth. She melted into him, clasping her arms tightly around his middle and pulling him to her.

  “See…I told you they would be swapping spit again. I think it’s all they ever do.”

  Ardan lifted his head. “I don’t think I’ve had this much attention since you guys were under five.” Lowering his arms, he gazed at Angie for another moment before turning to his siblings. “Get your coats, folks. They’re here.”

  He opened the door to the winter wonderland that they had just been in recently. The rush of cold air made Angie shiver in her parka. Once completely outside, they could see three more sleighs pull up, each with occupants wrapped in colorful blankets. The largest sleigh held the jolly man himself, Santa and his wife. Santa quickly got out and held his hand out for his wife while the reindeer stood somewhat at attention. Next in line were Ardan’s grandparents, Bowen and Alys Locklin. Angie had met them briefly at the wedding and admired then just how handsome a couple they made.

  Finally, Jedrick and Tessa’s sleigh pulled up and Angie rushed to its side.
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  “Hi,” she said as her breath made a cloud of fog. “Can I help get the babies inside?”

  “You sure can. It’s still taking a little effort on my part to get around so I appreciate the help.” Tessa handed one precious bundle to her.

  Angie kept the baby completely covered until they went inside the house. Once there, she gingerly peeled back the blanket to see the most amazing little face with two dark blue eyes looking up at her.

  “You’re holding my daughter there, so please be careful,” Jedrick chided as he came in the door right behind her.

  “You don’t have the tell me to be careful,” Angie answered back. “I wouldn’t ever hurt my niece.”

  “I know. But it’s my parental right to remind everyone.” Jedrick beamed.

  Angie couldn’t remember a time she had seen him happier. She knew that he had not displayed this much joy, even at the wedding. Becoming a parent had certainly brought something more to his life than she had ever thought imaginable. She was very glad that Tessa had a part of this very special life. Angie followed everyone into what appeared to be a living room. Finding Tessa, she walked over to her.

  “Do you still want me to hold her? Just what’s going on?” Angie held the baby and swayed a little to keep her comfortable.

  “Well,” Tessa began as she sat down, motioning Angie to do the same. “I’m not sure. We can let Janice decide.” Right on queue, the woman walked into the room.

  “Well…now that everyone is here…do we want to eat first or do you want to tell everyone your choice of names?” Janice asked coming in from the kitchen.

  “Janice…I thought we would leave it up to you.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, Mother. You.” Jedrick arched an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”

  “No, no.” Janice wiped her hands on a dish towel. “You’re right, the suspense is killing me.” Walking over to the large couch she sat by her handsome husband, Bevan.

  “Everything will be fine, Janice.” He patted her hand gently. “You know it will be.”