Fierce flares of passion that licked at her flesh and sex. If she got any hotter, she was afraid she might go up in flames. No man, until now, made her experience this kind of sexual awareness of her body, made her feel beautiful, desirable, sensual.
Kissing her exposed neck, Christopher licked a wet sensuous trail back up to her ear. Warm words coated her ear. “Do you want me to eat you, Candi? Put my mouth and tongue between those pink, wet lips of yours? Would you like that?"
Would she? Who was he kidding? What woman didn't like getting her pussy eaten? She could only nod.
Christopher used his wily tongue to lick a moist zigzagged path from one breast to the other, sucking each deep into his mouth, running the flat of his tongue across each nipple until Candi couldn't stop from moaning out loud.
"Your skin is velvety soft and tastes heavenly. I bet that hot pussy of yours is even better,” he said between his teeth, as he worried one stiff nipple with enough pressure to make her mew.
He moved from between her breasts, sensually rolling his tongue down the flat slope of her stomach to play amid the shifting muscles that quivered and jumped when he lightly nipped at them, groaning in pure masculine pleasure.
"Please, Christopher, don't torture me. I can't stand much more of this. I want it hot and hard. Do you get what I am saying?"
Her begging plea got his tongue moving again toward her aching sex. A chuckle told her he was thoroughly enjoying himself, tormenting her body with his lips and tongue.
"Don't worry my love, I am going to fuck you so hard and so deep, you will never want another man; no one will be able to satisfy you like I will. But first, I need to fill my mouth, coat my tongue with your cream. I want to hear your screams as I drill you with my tongue."
Another soul wrenching moan escaped Candi's lips. She was going to explode before he ever got his damn face buried between her legs. Hurry. Hurry, she chanted silently.
Wedging his shoulders between her legs, he lifted first one leg, and then the other over his shoulders, bending them at the knees to dangle freely down his back, careful of the cast on her left ankle. This position spread her wide, opening her up for his perusal, his brand of erotic tongue play.
Christopher put his face close to her pussy, taking a deep whiff of her arousal that was slowly seeping from between her swollen lips.
Candi couldn't take her eyes off his face as it disappeared amid her splayed legs. She almost lost it when he licked her with soft swirls from her anus to the top of her cleft. Dragging his tongue slowly, seductively through one side of her moist folds, never quite touching the one place that needed his attention the most—her aching clit.
Christopher's sexy growl caused Candi eyes to lock onto his intense stare, as his eyes lifted up over the top of her mons like an alligator in shallow water, the passion on his face bleeding into his eyes. He snapped his teeth before dropping back down between her legs to devour her with his wicked tongue.
He drove his tongue deep into her rippled core, lapping her thick arousal and moaning. He drew her aching clit between the warmth of his lips, putting pressure down on its swollen hood, worrying it back and forth with his tongue at the same time. It shot her pleasure to a fiery inferno in a matter of a couple of shallow pants. God, he was lethal with that mouth of his. She had to kiss him and soon. “Christopher, you're killing me. Please baby, eat me."
That was his clue to pull out the big guns. Using his teeth, he gently clamped down on her clit and sucked it deep in mind-altering pulls. Sparks exploded behind Candi's eyes, shutting her mind down as a gut wrenching orgasm set off a chain reaction of shakes and full body tremors, all the way to the tip of her toes. Her scream could have woken the dead as it ripped through her lips. He kept nursing her clit, slowly bringing her down in rhythmic side-to-side caresses of his tongue until her body settled and calmed.
Looking over her blond thatch of curls, he gave her an evil, knowing grin. Why that egotistical man, he knew he was good. Now, that was a side of him she didn't expect, and it, too, turned her on. Everything about this man turned her on.
Kissing a path back up her body, he whispered against her parted lips. “I want you to taste how damn good you are.” Melding his lips over hers, dipping his tongue into the recesses of her mouth. His kiss was scorching and decadent.
One kiss blended into another, then another, and before long, she lost track of anything but what his mouth was doing to hers. If she'd had any resistance before, it was totally gone with his sensuous mouth.
So lost in her passion with him; it was his deep thrust that brought Candi back to reality. A gasp contracted her lungs from the force of his invading cock. Even though he fit to the hilt, it was a tight and gripping fit, like a glove on a hand.
"What do you want Candi, how do you want me to fuck you, hard and fast or slow and sweet?” The muffled words coiled over her skin against the pulse at her neck, and aroused her with their impassioned force.
It was now or never to let him know exactly what kind of woman he had under him. “I want to feel like a ripe peach that you are going to split open with that cock of yours. I want you so far up inside of me, I won't know which end is up nor will care. Now fuck me!"
A deep growl was the only warning she got before he dug down with his hips in a jarring thrust, wedging his cock as far as her tightness could possibly take him. Then, he started to work her pussy over with his thrusting hips and driving cock. Her breath left her lungs each time the head of his cock rammed into the cushioned tip of her womb.
She tightened her inner muscles, loving the moans and groans from him that accompanied an act of pure torture on her part. Adding pressure to Christopher's sensitive rock hard cock, she caressed and squeezed it in her tight wetness. Candi swore she could feel the beat of his heart throughout the length of his sex inside of her.
She felt his cock throbbing and knew he was near his climax. She wasn't far behind. Colors danced before her eyes as her orgasm built powerful waves and then broke over her body. The roar Christopher let out as his climax tore through his body crashed around her ears and flowed across her skin like decadent silk fabric.
* * * *
The next morning proved to be a very special one. After a serious talk about their future, magic and the tattoos and a night with Candi in his arms, they woke to the sight of ice crystals clinging to the window in her room. The twinkle lights set the ice crystals off like the Aurora Borealis suspended in glittering refractions throughout the room. The magical sight reminded Christopher of home. They could almost reach out and grasp the beams of brilliancy dazzling about.
But when they got out of bed and gazed at the landscape through the window, the majestic lure of newly blanketed snow took their breath away. The sun shone, gleaming onto the snowy covered streets and yards. Reminiscent of icing on a beautifully splendid cake curving and dripping, forming the winter wonderland that was now Wadeville, Christopher wondered when he could take Candi home to his parents.
It was a sign that their relationship was truly blessed by all. The Fates had spoken loud and clear. Christopher and Candi had found the greatest love of all—each other.
Epilogue
Three and a half years later—Christmas time in Wadeville
As Christopher walked out of exam room one, he saw his pregnant wife, waddling after their two and half year old son, Christopher Junior, or CJ for short. On short, chubby legs and with his arms swinging wildly in a pumping motion, CJ scrambled toward the stairs with his mother right behind.
"CJ Kringle, if you don't stop this minute you little scamp, I am going to tickle you to death, I swear.” Candi Kringle laughingly hollered after CJ as he breezed by Christopher. She winked at her husband and kept waddling along until she caught up with their wayward son, swinging him up into her arms to give him raspberry kisses on his now exposed belly.
Giggles erupted from CJ in abundant peals and spurts between breaths. “Topit mommy, topit.” He grappled with little fingers to pull d
own his white T-shirt over his stomach, but to no avail. His mommy kept on kissing and loving him.
Christopher watched the interaction. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have someone as loving and caring as Candi. She was truly a wonderful mother and his best friend. He thanked his lucky stars she had come into his empty life. Christopher loved her more today than yesterday. He couldn't be happier right now if he tried. A big smile lit up his face thinking about how blessed he truly was.
Now that he didn't have to worry about taking over his father's business of gift giving, hopefully his son, CJ would grow up to be the next Santa Claus delivering presents throughout the world, spreading joy to every life he touched. But it would be a long time before that would need to be addressed.
He reached back and lovingly touched the spot on his right butt cheek where his tattoo of Candi's face as Mrs. Claus was. The tattoos, the catalyst that brought them together, bound them as mates—true soulmates. Some nights he would worship Candi's tattoo, licking, kissing, and nipping at it. It was a standing joke between them that it was the only time he would kiss her ass and mean it.
The though brought another smile to Christopher's face. Even without the tattoos, he knew in his heart he would have fallen in love with her anyway. It might have taken longer, but it would have happened. She was his other half. Candi could bring him to his knees with a look or a sexy sigh. She was unpredictable and charismatic. He would never tire of her. Never.
It looked like Candi had everything under control and he could get back to what he did best, caring for and healing the people of Wadeville, the place he would grow old in, lending a helping hand every day that he could.
His next patient, Mrs. Thomas, had just walked in. Her arthritis was acting up again she had complained when she made this appointment days earlier, but he knew better. She would chew his ear off for forty-five minutes or so talking about her problems.
Since her husband had died last year, God rest his soul, she was lonely. She just wanted some attention and he could do that, too. He had gotten very good at listening since meeting Candi. She brought all the good out in him.
Then there was Janice running off to marry Candi's dad. That was a real shocker. Every once and a while a postcard would arrive from some exotic local, filled with their happy lives together and that was what really mattered. They were happy and very much in love.
With a deep sigh, he straighten his medical jacket, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles and strode forward to spend some time with Mrs. Thomas, humming a Christmas tune as he did. ‘Tis the season to be jolly, Fa-La-La-La-La-La-La-La-La...
The End
Devon Falls: Sticky Magic
Raine Delight
Introduction to Devon Falls
Welcome to Devon Falls, founded in 1784 by four founding families with one goal: to find a place where they could live without the threat of their “special” gifts coming to light. The Stevens families were master bakers from France and had an affinity to magic, the Dracon families ran a hotel in London and were shape shifters of varying degrees, the Sinclair family mastered the art of building in Germany and were able to dream walk and the Craven family were master musicians from Russia and were able to manipulate the elements. Each family contributed something different and with each family's gift, they soon found the freedom and contentment in the new town they called Devon Falls. As the years went by, each family grew and expanded and soon love gave way to some very special matches every few centuries. Now the time has come again in Devon Falls as this year some very special people find their path to love, passion and a blinding romance that will leave them breathless.
Welcome to Devon Falls and be amazed at the love that finds some of the most unlikely of people.
Prologue
Somewhere in Europe
"You have to find your mate, son and soon. Time is of the essence,” Matthew du Bree said as he watched the shock etch itself on his son's face. Amusement infused Matthew as he saw how his words affected his confidant and often, arrogant son.
"What do you mean I need to find my mate now? I thought I had some time yet to find her, Father. What changed?"
Matthew looked at his son and wished he could say that he had all the time in the world but due to the way his family's magic wielded itself, mages were dying faster than they could be born and half the time the new generation had no magic at all. Matthew had lived for over four centuries and he wanted to spend time with his beloved wife before they went off to the great beyond. A lack of mages was distressing indeed.
"You are over two hundred years old my son and with our family line producing non-mages or magic not revealing itself until later in life when it is volatile, we have had much sorrow the past few years. Triumphs in our family have been few. I want to relax with your mother but until you find yourself your mate, I can't hand over the duties as head of the family to you."
With a sigh Marc responded, “Where do I have to go to find her? I have been looking but with no idea of whom my love might be, I have no inkling on where to look."
Matthew watched his son cross to the frosty window where the snow blew in a gusty breeze against the panes. Matthew wondered if Marc even knew where to start looking for the one woman to complete his son's soul and heart.
"My son, I understand your reluctance to do this as well as the speed that it must happen but we have no choice. Your mother has prophesied that you will find your love before Christmas this year and you will wonder why you waited so long to claim her. She didn't say who it may be or even if she will know you when she sees you but she did say to go visit your Aunt Tabby in Devon Falls. You might find what you're looking for sooner than you realize."
Matthew gazed at his son, wondering if he was cryptic enough to grab his son's attention without giving away exactly who his soul mate was and where exactly to find her. It was up to his stubborn son to go and find her and then find a way to give her his heart. Sighing under his breath, he watched the play of emotions cross his handsome son's face. Strong in character, a long, lean body that belied its strength and a sinful magnetism that called to all of the female species. His son never had any problem scrounging up a date for a family party or social gathering. But there was always something missing whenever Matthew looked at his son at those gatherings, as though a piece of him was waiting for the right woman to come along and complete his soul.
"Aunt Tabby? I have to go see the one woman who has no magic at all yet thinks she is the greatest wizard in the world? She is totally, utterly nuts, father. She has this fascination with elves, magic and other paranormal stuff. I swear she will turn me into a toad or something worse with one of her concoctions she finds on the internet or even worse, a second hand store “Witchcraft for dummies",” Marc grumbled.
Chuckling at the disgruntled look on his son's face, Matthew stated, “Sorry son, you have to see Aunt Tabby and see what Devon Falls has to offer. You can never know; it may hold your heart's desire in more ways than one.” Slapping his son on the back, Matthew laughed, “Just think, you can try out the new love potions she is getting ready for the Valentine's Day Magic sale here in Europe."
"You know father, I think you are really enjoying this and my discomfort. I swear you have quite a sick personality sometimes.” Marc's full lips turned up. “I will go to Devon Falls but draw the line at seeing Aunt Tabby since she will more than likely show up for the holidays anyways."
Chuckling Matthew voiced what he knew from experience his son thought. “I hope to god you don't miss the one woman who is the piece to make you whole, son."
Chapter One
Looking out of her shop, The Candy Kisses Sweet Shoppe, Jenna saw the snow fall, the wind kicking up a little as night grew on the horizon. She worked the register, smiling at a customer who paid for her purchase and left the store. Jenna needed to figure out what to put in the front window for the annual Christmas theme window contest. The contest display coincided with the annual winter carnival each year and this
was her first time entering. Taking out the flyer handed to all the businesses in the area, she read softly under her breath:
Come one; Come all to the Devon Falls Winter Carnival! Be merry as we celebrate winter and the holiday season around us! Business owners join in the fun.... decorate a window. Winner receives a $50 Gift as well as grand champion sign to display for twelve months. This year's theme is Christmas Candy! What can you do with Christmas Candy? Put those thinking caps on and show us what you got! Judging starts at 5 p.m. December 23rd! The Chamber of Commerce is looking forward to many creative windows!
Smoothing the paper so she could finish reading the instructions, Jenna tried to think of ways to make Christmas Candy original and unique for this sort of contest. Not that creative, some days Jenna wished she was as creative as her partner Raven.
"Are you looking at that flyer again, Jenna?” a voice sounded behind her, full of Cajun mirth and mayhem.
Jenna jumped a little and looked over her shoulder at Raven Demarco. Exceptionally talented in making the candy that decorated their shop for the holidays, Raven exuded a confidence that drew men to her like bees to a flower. It helped that Raven was also extremely attractive with big pouty lips, sleek-lidded green eyes that tipped at the corners and blond hair that when loose went all the way down to her butt.
In contrast, Jenna felt out of place when they went out together. She was only 5 foot 2” to Raven's 5 foot 9” and being petite had its disadvantages; from asked when was she ever going to grow up to trying to reach things on the top shelves. Jenna knew she was nothing spectacular compared to Raven but with her slim to average build, red hair that looked like flames in the sunshine, nondescript brown eyes that, if memory recalled from one good date long ago, twinkled when she laughed and a shyness that made it hard for her meet new people. She enjoyed reading and working over the accounts for the business to compensate for the shyness that made it hard for her to meet new people. Raven took care of the creative end and she took over the business end. In the last few years, it worked quite well and they were both quite proud of their success of Candy Kisses Sweet Shoppe.
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