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Tagline: Boyd and Sygin use a Little Yule Magick to get their holiday off on the right start.
Blurb: Sygin and Boyd are adept mages, looking forward to their winter break. Being alone in the big manor for Yule is their most cherished tradition. But a series of mishaps may keep them from their celebratory festivities.
Excerpt:
Boyd Lagassi shifted his position and dragged Sygin Ball up to straddle his thighs. “I want your famous fried honeycakes.” His mouth closed over her nipple and he flicked his tongue back and forth.
Sygin moaned low in her throat. “Famous only because it’s one of the few things I can make and not screw up.” She rocked forward, lifting her hips and pushing backwards onto his hard shaft.
Boyd closed his eyes, relishing her warm heat. “And it’s tradition. Five years and counting.” He flexed his thighs then relaxed and let Sygin control the pace.
She kicked up the speed, her hands planted firmly on his chest. He opened his eyes, loving to watch Sygin. Her passion for him took his breath away, her expressive face showing every nuance, her gaze going darker, the green irises going from a soft leafy color to a deep pine shade.
Her hips rolled back and forth, her breaths coming in short little bursts. Not long now, for either of them. Boyd slid his hands down to cup her ass, urging her forward. Her fingers curled into her palms, the knuckles grazing his skin, digging in to his flesh. He welcomed the mild discomfort, needing the edge to hold off, wanting his release to follow hers.
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