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down his throat as he licked and sucked
her pussy. Tristan growled as he devoured and savored the most
intimate part of his female.
Laving his tongue up her
body, he reached her erect nipples and locked his lips over her
breast. He took her pebbled nipple between his teeth and nipped,
making Alisa gasp and beg. She was so responsive and so sensitive to
his touch.
He covered both her breasts
with his large hands and rubbed her sensitive, throbbing nipples
against his calloused palms. She arched her back and gasped his
name.
Tristan spread her legs wider
and bent down to kiss her on the mouth. His tongue slipped past her
lips at the same time that his cock pierced her hot, wet pussy. He
was going to fill his female completely, penetrate her body and claim
her.
Tristan began to thrust. He
pushed deep into her body, feeling her sheath tighten around his cock
as he fucked her. She felt so good, so amazing.
Tristan forced himself to
slow his pace. He bent down and took her mouth in a slow, lingering
kiss as he slid in and out of her. Alisa was so beautiful, so
perfect and he wanted to prolong the pleasure and fully enjoy her.
He kissed her eyelids and
stroked her cheek as he made love to her. Alisa sighed and cupped
his face with both hands, gazing deeply into his eyes.
“Tristan,” she
whispered and smiled. “I can't believe this is happening.”
He frowned. “You...”
“No, silly.” She
pressed a finger to his lips. “I'm not regretting this. I
want you. You—are a wet dream come true!” Her eyes
rounded and she blushed suddenly. “My wish...I did wish for
you...” she muttered.
“What are you talking
about?”
“Nothing.”
“Alisa.”
“Okay, this is going to
sound stupid, but I wished for my very own Prince Charming. And
since I feel like a princess tonight...” Her blush deepened.
“That makes you my prince.”
Tristan held her chin and
tilted her face back to him.
“You are my princess,
Alisa,” he said softly.
He kissed her slowly,
lovingly. He rocked into her and kept kissing her, touching her.
When she orgasmed, he surged
deep into her and took her harder. As he pounded into her, he felt
her come again, and again. She was coming so hard, so beautifully
for him.
The headboard hammered
against the wall in time to his thrusts.
As Alisa screamed her
pleasure, Tristan hurtled over the edge with her, roaring his
release. His teeth clamped down on her shoulder, as he held her
tightly to him.
Tristan caressed her arms and
back until her breathing quietened down.
Sated and exhausted, Alisa
finally drifted into a deep sleep.
In the dark, Tristan threw
his arm behind his head and listened to Alisa's gentle snores.
Her words echoed in his mind.
A wish.
Alisa said she'd made a wish.
A wish was magical, and there
were two people he knew and loved who had magic in their blood. He
should have known they were only too happy to work their meddlesome
but well-meaning magic.
Tristan shook his head and
blew a sigh towards the ceiling.
Love powers magic, and for a
spell to work so quickly, that love must have been very powerful
indeed.
But there were some spells
that should never be cast.
“Gramma, Ne-ma, what
have you done?” he growled quietly.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Alisa pulled the tray of
lasagne out of the oven and put in another tray. Gramma and Ne-ma
told her that she had free rein in the kitchen. There was no fixed
menu so the Lunch Special could be anything. Same with the Breakfast
Treat and Dinner Surprise.
“Our guests at
Broomstick Inn like surprises. Be as bold and experimental as you
like. The customers will love whatever you cook,” Gramma
promised.
Broomstick Hall, the small
in-house restaurant on the ground floor of Broomstick Inn, catered to
the guests in the inn as well as walk-in customers. People would
walk in for a hearty, homely meal, and their customers ranged from
office workers in smart suits to curious tourists and ravenous, rowdy
construction crew.
Tristan had