Page 105 of Kissing Potions and Elves
My stav begins a rhythmic pulsing. “Mine!” I cry out as I erupt deep inside her, flooding her open womb with my seed as I claim her thoroughly.
My legs shake, nearly collapsing beneath me, but I hold her steady, chests rising and falling rapidly. With careful movements, I lower us to the bedroom floor, still knotted within her. I drop my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling, my heart still racing fiercely in my chest.
She smiles. “We didn’t even make it to the bed.”
Gently cupping her chin, I trace my thumb across her petal-soft cheek, my heart full as I gaze into her luminous eyes. “We have all night, my beautiful Isobel.”
My stav pulses again, my desire for her insatiable. “I want you again,” I whisper. “But if you’re tired, we can rest for a bit.” I start to pull away, but she locks her legs around me.
Her fingers brush lightly over my jaw, and she presses her lips to mine. “I want you too, Lyrion,” she whispers against my mouth. She laughs. “Maybe we can even make it to the mattress this time.”
Her laughter vibrates where we’re connected, igniting a renewed surge of fierce need deep within.
“The bed will have to wait,” I murmur as I roll her onto her back.
Isobel’s lips part on a breathless gasp as I press her firmly into the thick, plush carpet and stroke inside her once again.
EPILOGUE
ISOBEL
Soft afternoon sunlight warms Lyrion’s study, painting the room in shades of gold. Quietly, I step through the open doorway, pausing as my gaze lands on him. He’s hunched thoughtfully over his desk, elegant fingers moving gracefully as he scribbles notes into his well-worn notebook.
He glances up, violet eyes softening immediately as they catch mine. “Hello, my love.” He smiles and pushes his chair back, silently inviting me closer.
Crossing the short distance, I settle onto his lap, sighing contentedly as his strong arms circle protectively around me. He splays his palm over the gentle swell of my belly, and a light flutter moves beneath our joined hands. Our twins are already so loved and cherished.
“I have something for you,” Lyrion murmurs, brushing a kiss to my temple before pulling a thick, leather-bound book from his desk drawer.
Anticipation flutters through me. It’s his compendium—the one he’s been working on tirelessly for months. I’ve watchedhim labor over every page, pouring his heart and soul into the carefully documented illustrations and meticulous notes.
I trace my fingers across the intricate designs on the cover. “It’s finally finished?”
“It is. I wanted you to be the first to see it.”
A smile crests my lips as I flip open the cover, and my breath catches sharply. There, written in Lyrion’s elegant handwriting, is a dedication:
To my beloved Isobel,
You are my sunshine, my heart, and my home. And I am forever yours.
Always, Lyrion.
Tears blur my vision as emotion wells in my chest. “Lyrion,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I brush the tips of my fingers over the words. “This is beautiful.”
“It’s true.” His violet eyes stare deep into mine as he cups my cheek. “You are the sun that brought light into my darkened world, Isobel. You are my heart.”
He gives me a tender kiss and then drops his forehead gently to mine. “I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy, Isobel.”
I run my fingers through the silken strands of his long, black hair. “I hope our children look like you. I’d love for them to have your violet eyes.”
“And I hope they look like you,” Lyrion murmurs. He touches my lips. “I want them to have your smile.”
“Well, I hope they at least have your Elvish ears.” I grin.
The door swings open, interrupting our quiet moment. Rhystan steps in, his expression bright and cheerful, Errol trotting regally beside him, fluffy tail held high.
Errol leaps gracefully onto the desk, planting himself in front of us, his eyes fixed intently on Lyrion.
