A Passion for Potions (Petalfall #1)

42. Forty-Two - Love Under Moonlight

Forty-Two - Love Under Moonlight

Ana

Viggo is good at distracting me, and I let him.

“I don’t think there’s a mermaid in the deep part of the lake,” he says.

“Of course not.” I shake my head as we sink lower into the water. “It’s just a story to keep children from drowning.”

“But there is something in the lake right now that would like to get a taste of you.”

I lick my lips and smile at him. “Is that right?”

Chuckling, he sinks under the water, and for a moment, it feels like I’m utterly alone… until his hands slip between my legs, spreading them wide.

He rises up beneath me in a way that forces me to lie back and float, staring up at the twinkling stars as my hair fans out from me on the soft waves our bodies make.

My eyes flutter closed when his mouth finds my pussy, and I sigh into the night.

How did he go from a stranger lit by moon berries to someone I’ve bared myself to, body and soul? Someone I can’t imagine being parted from?

The chill breeze flutters over me and I whisper his name, but he shakes his head between my thighs and sucks at my clit more sharply.

In the moonlight, I can look down my body and see him. Dark hair over his vibrant red eyes. There’s a hunger in them that makes me want to tell him to bite as well as suck. But even though the stories about the mermaid are legend and myth… there are smaller things in the water that would be drawn by blood… and I don’t want any of them to interrupt us.

I open my mouth to tell him we should go back to the shore, but his tongue parts me and those words turn into a gasp before I can utter a syllable.

How many times has Penny praised Viggo for the way he uses his tongue?

How many times has Viggo proven that praise right?

I’ve lost count of both, and yet, somehow, I am caught off guard at the sweet sensation of his tongue working at my clit, of the graze of his teeth against it…

I don’t have anything to hold on to as I draw in sharp breaths of the cold night air. My fists clench in the water.

The twinkling stars seem to glow brighter as Viggo works me higher and higher until I twitch and tremble.

His hands are the only things keeping me from strangling him with my thighs as my cries echo across the water and through the trees.

Viggo presses a soft kiss to my mound and says, “If we trapped that sound in a bottle, you could sell it to lonely men and you’d never have to work another day in your life.”

Laughing, I let him drag me back under the water and to him until our bodies are flush against each other. “Lonely men can find their pleasure elsewhere. These hours I spend with the two of you are never going to be work. I won’t let them.”

He agrees with a sound as he catches my lips and I let that kiss carry me away to a realm of fantasies where nothing exists but right now.

I let him carry me, too.

The cool air across my skin doesn’t break that reverie… but the cold mud does.

My eyes fly wide as he goes to his knees on the bank. Only my head reaches the blanket, but I don’t think about the squishy ground beneath us for longer than it takes him to fill me the way he does so well.

They fit— we fit—so well.

I lose myself in him all over again, uncaring of how exposed we are.

He’s mine and I am his and right now, that’s all that matters.

His teeth press against my shoulder as he jerks against me and I smile up at the stars a moment before my skin breaks and my own orgasm hits me.

Even on solid ground, he makes me feel like I’m floating.

Eyes closed, my fingers in his hair as the breeze ruffles the grass at the edge of the water, I don’t want to leave.

“We’re muddy.” I say, smiling against his shoulder.

“I can live with a little mess. Can you?”

I pull him tighter to me and the ground squishes beneath us. “For a little bit… but we very definitely have to clean up soon. The potion for that particular infection takes a few days to alleviate symptoms. I’d rather not have to endure it.”

He hums. It’s a discontented little sound and looks around us.

The bank is completely sodden. “Then I guess we should get you home and into a bath, shouldn’t we?”

Rising, Viggo helps me to my feet and I shiver as the night breeze passes over my skin.

He pulls me back into the water, just long enough to wash off the worst of the mess, but we’re still streaked with remnants of the bank. Yet more clings to the ends of my hair as Viggo plucks the towels from the basket.

Inexplicably, my dress is wetter than the towel Viggo has scrubbed my limbs with and wrapped around me. He leaves our clothes, his towel, and the basket where they are and scoops me up, carrying me through the woods without a stitch on.

“What if Mirella is out looking for stargazer mushrooms? You’ll give her a shock.”

“If she’s out here at this time of night, she’ll only have herself to blame.”