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Saylym
gasped at the sight of astonishing beauty that surrounded them. It was
thrilling. It was breathtaking. It was magic. It was Talon’s gift to her.

Then once again, the sound of rushing water filled the
room.

“That was beautiful.” Saylym turned to face him, her eyes
sparkling. “Thank you.”

Talon trailed his fingers through the water, then drew
tiny circles on the slopes of her breasts, watching as the droplets slid down
the flat planes of her belly and disappeared in the intriguing nest of curls.

He scooped more water into his palms and poured it over
her body. His spicy scent surrounded her, coated her skin, smothering her own
unique blend of scents. A slight smile shaped his lips. Regret hit him hard.
She would never again carry the fragrance of wild roses or the deep, spicy
aroma of opium. From this night forward and for the rest of her life, she would
bear his fragrance of myrrh and cyprinum for all to know she belonged to him.

“The
nagaz
belongs to us. The night belongs to us,”
he repeated quietly. “From now, until the day I cease to exist, I am your
mannazz
,
your man, your mate. From now, until the day you cease to exist, you are my
mannara
,
my woman, my mate.”

A small sound issued from her lips as he returned to her
breasts and flicked his tongue lightly across one nipple then drew it deeply
into his mouth. He caught her around her waist, bringing her closer to his
heated body.

Saylym moaned with pleasure. His lips touched everywhere.
Whisper light traces against her breasts, a flick of his tongue down the satin
skin of her belly. He pressed his mouth against the hidden place between her
thighs and nuzzled. She murmured something incoherent, her legs nearly buckling
as his tongue probed and entered forbidden territory.

“Talon—”

“Hmmm…?”

Saylym placed her palms against his shoulders and held
tightly as he stroked and nibbled, teased and tasted, until she could bear no
more. With her senses inflamed, she was helpless against the onslaught as he
probed deeper, licking and sucking until she squirmed against his mouth,
reaching peak after peak, and still he laved the sensitive tissues, drew
another climax from her.

She screamed.

She
wept with pleasure, until she couldn’t take any more. Then she sobbed and
pleaded for him to stop, sobbed and pleaded for him
not
to stop, until
at last he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

Talon waved his hand and the blue cloth was back, along
with two red ones. He arched a brow in silent question as if to say “Trust me?”

She nodded.

Quickly, Talon bound both her wrists to either side of the
headboard of the bed then tied the soft blue cloth around her eyes. “Now,” he
said softly, “just relax. Feel and savor.”

Talon reached over to the bedside table into the bowl of
strawberries. As he withdrew several slivers of the red fruit, the sweet aroma
saturated the air around them. Slowly, he squeezed the juice across her mouth,
her breasts, down her stomach. He dribbled it over the place he’d spent so much
time laving, teasing the swollen tissues, then he trickled the last drops over
her thighs and her ankles.

Leaning over her, he pressed a kiss to her mouth. The
slow, tantalizing stroke of his tongue touched her mouth and he licked the
sweet juice from her lips. He took an infinite amount of time to remove the
sticky residue from the tender undersides of her breasts. Dipping his tongue
inside her belly button, he sipped, probing every drop of the sweet liquid.
Saylym moaned and fought against the silk bindings, to no avail. It was artful
torture, sinfully applied, and pure pleasure.

He
cupped her bottom and lifted her to meet the stabbing tip of his tongue. He
licked at her entrance and Saylym could no longer remain silent. A soft scream
slipped past her lips as he probed deeply with silken skill. She curled her
fingers into the knots of her bindings, arched her hips, bucking and pleading
as he skillfully used teeth and tongue. Then he soothed all the little stings
he’d inflicted, with deep, lapping strokes of his tongue.

“Oh,
my God,” she breathed.

She heard the grunt of satisfaction he gave as he tasted
her. Saylym moaned. Her body suddenly clenched, then pulse after pulse of
sinful pleasure skittered through her. She screamed her release, arching her
hips against his mouth, begging for more, screamed his name, then sighed with
the incredible bliss of it all.

* * * *

There
was something very erotic about a man’s tongue making a slow passage down a
woman’s body. Saylym watched Talon dreamily as he explored her body. He’d
removed the scarves minutes earlier and now she watched as he repeated all the
things he’d done when she could only feel. It was erotic the way he slid his
tongue to the tender undersides of her breasts and softly nibbled.

How
many times had he done this now? She’d lost count a long time ago.

The man was infinitely thorough, in no hurry, taking his
time in loving her. There wasn’t an inch of her skin he hadn’t tasted or
nibbled on.

Her
body was no longer her own. It would take tremendous effort for her to even
lift her head off the pillow. She felt weak and drained. If she climaxed one
more time, she’d simply melt into a puddle and stop existing. She hadn’t known
a woman could feel so replete. She hadn’t known a man could administer pleasure
at so leisurely a pace. Every nerve in her body tingled and felt incredibly
alive.

His
body trembled against her.

When
would he seek his own release?

His mouth suddenly covered hers with urgent hunger. He
moved against her, his thick erection rubbing against her belly. She reached
down, stroked the tip of his broad penis. She touched him with her fingertip,
touched, stroked and felt a drop of moisture.

His
hand came down on hers, and he hissed against her mouth, “No,
La-Scheme.”

Talon
pressed light kisses across her brow, against her eyelashes.

“Please,”
she whispered. “Stop torturing me.”

She
couldn’t believe her body could still crave his touch. Yet her flesh was so
sensitized to Talon’s that every touch, every stroke, even the lightest caress
of his breath set her skin to tingling with need.

He
caught her chin with his hand, and then moved his tongue deep inside her mouth.
He didn’t hesitate, touching her with blatant demand. As his erection pushed
against her belly, he kissed the palms of her hands, withdrawing the protection
spell he’d placed on her days earlier.

Vaguely, as if from a distance, she grew aware of the tingling
in the palms of her hands, but Talon didn’t give her time to think about it or
its meaning. He set his mouth over hers, his hunger wild and intense.

He pressed his mouth against her throat and shuddered. The
time had come. He’d spent a tremendous amount of time preparing her. He could
wait no longer to seek his relief. His mind screamed with the painful need to
join his body with hers.

“I
need you,” he whispered. “Come to me, now.”

The
magical words slid over and into Saylym’s mind, enthralling her. The connection
with his potent body was something she suddenly, desperately, had to have. She
was vaguely aware of his sitting up, of him lifting her to straddle his lap,
parting her thighs wide. He gently stroked the soft folds, separating them, and
then penetrated her with one long finger.

Saylym stiffened in his arms, but he already knew what was
there. What he had to do to prepare her for his cock. “Ssh, easy now,” he
whispered. “It’ll only take a second, baby.”

She struggled in his arms as he pushed his finger deeper,
harder, and pressed against the membrane of her virginity. Talon moaned softly,
ignoring the trickle of sweat sliding down his temple. Damn. It had to be done.
This way would be much easier for her, less painful. He probed, pushing hard and
felt the thin membrane rupture. Her sharp cry of pain mingled with his hoarse
words.

Saylym heard him say something, words that made no sense.

Then
he was nudging her thighs wider apart, and when the penetration came, it was
swift and searing. He lifted her and brought her down, impaling her in one deep
thrust of his cock.

She
screamed with the pain of it. It went on and on. He stretched her, his sex
thick and heavy, filling her to the point of distress. “Talon!” She cried his
name as agonizing pain ripped through her. “Stop! You’re hurting me!”

“I’m
in you,
La-Scheme
,” he whispered, resting his damp forehead against
hers. “It’s done. I’m in you. You belong to me now.”

This
is it,
his mind screamed.

No
going back. He was where he had to be, doing what must be done. The vows had
been spoken and now their mating would complete another step of the ritual.

Talon shook with uncontrollable spasms. He hadn’t realized
the need to say the final bonding words would rise so quickly. The moment he’d
seated himself to the hilt, the urge to voice those last words slammed into his
gut. Ancient words that rose swiftly to the back of his throat, and he
understood, the gods forgive him, the worst was yet to happen.

Saylym whimpered. “You have to stop. It hurts, Talon. There’s
too much of you.”

Talon locked both his arms around her waist, growled a
warning low in his throat. “Don’t. This will be finished. Now. Tonight.” He
couldn’t let her go, couldn’t allow her to pull free of him and break the
ritual. Her hands fluttered to his naked shoulders as he thrust upward, driving
deep, seeking relief from the burning need that seemed to scorch through his
soul. He heard her moan at the roughness of his thrust. He knew he was hurting
her, but he couldn’t stop driving into her tight sheath.

She was soft velvet skin, her moist channel hot and tight.
Her inner muscles squeezed around his thick shaft, locking tightly as he drove
into her with fierce determination and a need as elemental as time. Her soft
mewling tore at his guts. She fought at him, twisting, trying to get free of
his firm grip on her waist.

“Don’t
fight me so, please. Stop struggling,
La-Scheme
. It’ll only make things
worse for you.”

She stilled, sobbing against his chest. Her tears scalded
his flesh like acid rain. His throat ached. Damn it! He couldn’t bear this. He
didn’t know which was worse, her fighting or her sudden acceptance of his
invasion of her body. No matter, he was left feeling raw and torn asunder
himself, as if he’d betrayed her trust.

Moisture stung his eyes. He’d never in his life forced a
mating on a witch. And this witch was his bond mate. It made him feel sick
inside to know he hurt her. He felt as if something twisted and evil dwelled in
his soul, but still, he turned, rolling her beneath him and slammed into her,
pushing deeper, thrusting harder, until at last, he stilled, his seed jetting
inside her in a powerful stream.

Saylym
moved weakly against him, not in a mating rhythm, but in an attempt to flee his
possession. Talon held her tighter against him, waiting for what was to come.
His breath rasped in her ears, his voice a deep-throated snarl, “Stop fighting.
It must be finished this night.”

With those words, he felt the enhancing begin. He heard
her whimper of discomfort as her inner muscles clamped snugly around his cock,
locking him inside her, stretching to the limit to accommodate his size. A
brilliant light circled around them, shot through their minds and fused them
together, completing the bond, making them one. Saylym screamed. Talon gasped
as her pure energy cut through his mind, hot and bright as a white light, and
back to her like a comet bursting out of control.

Silent
tears rolled down her pallid cheeks. Talon searched her face warily. She moaned
in agony as the enhancement went on, the power surging back and forth between
them.

“I’m
sorry.” He pressed a kiss to her wet eyelashes, sipping delicately at the tears
there. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. But an enhancement, once begun cannot be
interrupted. We would both have burned up if I’d allowed you to pull free.”

Saylym
shook her head, wiping at the tears. She simply couldn’t take any more. She
felt as if her head was going to explode. “Stop,” she begged. “Please. I’m
begging you. I can’t.”

Talon shuddered, pressing his face against her throat, his
chest heaving with each ragged breath. “I know,
La-Scheme
. I know it,
damn it! But I can’t pull out of you. It’s too late. We’re locked together in
the mating ritual.” He rocked his hips, praying it would ease her discomfort.
Instead, it escalated the bonding process.

Saylym
flinched, her entire body bowing backward in shock and pain as she felt the
heat scorching her blood, bursting through her bloodstream, ripping through her
skull. A scream ripped from her throat, “Oh, God!”

Talon shuddered violently as his second climax erupted. Saylym
gave a long, low mournful groan, her body quivering beneath his. This wasn’t
right. This couldn’t be right. Something was wrong. He swore fiercely. It
shouldn’t cause her this much distress.

The
words of the ritual chant slipped past his lips and he swore harshly, driven to
complete what he’d started with her, driven with a need as old as time and as
elemental as the universe, words that completed the final step of binding them
together for eternity, and there was nothing he could do to halt them.

“For eternal
bliss and happiness

The waken
promises with a kiss

To surrender
his heart, surrender his fate

And dwell in
the arms of his life-mate

He becomes
hers; she is his

And all is
sealed, with a witch’s kiss.”