Page 19 of His Spellbound Mate

The words hung in the air between them, laden with meaning, with the unspoken truths they were both struggling to come to terms with. Tamzyn’s heart pounded in her chest, the vulnerability of the moment making her feel exposed, raw. But there was something else too—something undeniable that pulled her closer to him.

Before she could think better of it, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his hand. Neville responded instantly, his large hand enveloping hers, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through her. The connection between them flared to life, and for the first time, Tamzyn allowed herself to fully acknowledge it, to let it wash over her without resistance.

Neville stepped closer, his presence enveloping her, grounding her in a way that nothing else could. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them standing there, bound together by the threads of fate.

Without a word, Neville lifted his hand to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. Tamzyn closed her eyes at the gentle touch, leaning into it, her heart racing with a mix of fear and longing. When she opened her eyes again, she found him watching her with an intensity that stole her breath.

“Tamzyn,” he whispered, her name a reverent prayer on his lips.

The way he said it with such tenderness, unraveled the last of her defenses. Tamzyn stepped into him, closing the distance between them until there was nothing left but the warmth of his body against hers. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, mirroring her own, and it was as if the world had stopped, holding its breath in anticipation.

When Neville leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative, almost questioning kiss, Tamzyn’s breath hitched. The touch was light, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her. She responded instinctively, her hands finding their way to his shoulders as she deepened the kiss, pouring all the emotion she couldn’t find words for into that single moment.

Neville’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer still, his kiss growing more urgent, more demanding. It was as if a dam had broken, releasing all the tension, all the unspoken feelings that had been building between them. Tamzyn surrendered to it, to him, letting the warmth of his embrace chase away the fear, the doubts.

As their kisses grew more heated, more desperate, Neville scooped her up into his arms, his strength effortless as he carried her through the forest. Tamzyn clung to him, her heart pounding with anticipation, her body aching for more. She didn’t care where he was taking her, as long as they didn’t stop. Deciding that having a naked man carrying her through the forest might seem odd to some, Tamzyn quickly decided to try and cast a spell that would return his clothes to him.

Thankfully, it seemed, her magic could be used to benefit him. They didn’t speak as Neville carried her back to the compound, his focus entirely on her, his gaze never leaving hers. The journey passed in a blur, the trees rushing by as they moved with a purpose neither of them needed to voice.

When they finally reached his room, Neville kicked the repaired door shut behind them, his eyes dark with desire as he sat her down gently on the bed. Tamzyn’s breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him, the reality of what was about to happen settling over her with a weight that was both thrilling and terrifying.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the air between them charged with electricity. Then Neville reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. The tenderness of the gesture made Tamzyn’s heart ache, and she knew that there was no turning back now.

Slowly, deliberately, Neville leaned down, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. Tamzyn’s hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater as she pulled him closer, needing to feel him, to be as close to him as possible.

Their movements were slow, almost reverent, as they undressed each other, shedding the last of their barriers. Every touch, every kiss, was a revelation, a promise, and Tamzyn found herself drowning in the sensation of him, in the way he made her feel alive, whole. They clung to each other like two magnets being forced together as the temperature between them began to rise and they removed each other’s clothes in a rush.

Neville's eyes devoured her like a famished predator, and she could feel the heat coming off his skin.

He pulled back slightly, running his hands up her sides before cradling the back of her head, pulling her closer. Goosebumps ran along her skin. Their lips met again as their desire began to consume them both.

“You cannot claim me,” she moaned into his mouth, the sensation of his tongue exploring hers causing warmth to pool at her core.

“Don’t give me that ‘it is forbidden’ crap,” he growled.

She shook her head. “I don’t give a damn about that, but I don’t know how it will affect my magic, and I think we’re going to need that.”

Neville paused and then nodded. “Agreed, but I will claim you as mine.”

Tamzyn started to reach between them to unfasten his belt but stopped, and then, looking him in the eye. Neville rumbled seductively at her, covering her body with his and bringing her legs up to wrap around him. Tamzyn rocked her hips against him, feeling his erection straining against her entrance.As they continued to kiss, his hands explored her body, tracing her curves up and down.

Her hands roamed his body as well, needing to feel every inch of him.

Panting heavily, they gazed into each other's eyes. He looked so hungry, and she yearned to satiate that primal need. He licked his lips seductively and pressed almost chaste kisses down her body as he made his way to her sex and wrapped his lips around her clit.

Tamzyn gasped, arching her back and gripping the sheets as his tongue toyed with her sensitive and swollen nub. Shivers of pleasure rocketed through her entire body. He was relentless, determined to bring her the ultimate pleasure. She was lost in the rhythm of his mouth, while his hands reached up to play with her breasts and nipples. His tongue flicked and circled her clit, never missing a beat.

Wetness seeped from her core, her thighs parting naturally to offer him more. She ached for release, for the satisfaction of his touch. She’d had sex before, had a man eat her pussy, but not like this. Nothing had ever prepared her for what it would be to surrender to his touch.

The more he toyed with her clit, the closer she got to the edge... but she didn’t want to come… not yet.

Her heart pounded in her chest as her breathing grew even more ragged, and her moans echoed in the bedroom.

Never breaking his concentration, Neville continued to pleasure her with his talented mouth and tongue. He lifted his head, a seductive and knowing smile playing on his lips as he gazed at her, sweat-drenched and sated.She could see the recognition and satisfaction in his eyes, knowing he was bringing her tremendous pleasure.

Tamzyn reached down to pull him back up, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that proved the two of them were always meant to connect in this way.

"I want you inside me," she confessed, needing to feel how hard and amazing his cock was.

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