What spell he seemed to cast on her, Tegan still didn't know, but it took hold of her once again, as she lay back on the bed and her bones melted. Her body seemed to be there for his delight, and his exploration, a feast to taste her desire for him morsel by morsel.  She arched back on the bed, her head pressing back into the soft covers, her breathing jumping and jittering as he fired her nerve-endings off one after the other, sparking jolts of please that rippled through her core.<br/><br/>As he tasted her folds and the sensations exploded into cacophony of desire for him, she closed her eyes and whimpered, her hands fisting the covers.  The small murmurs, as he made his way up her, got tighter and more breathless as he came nearer and nearer to answering the words in her head, which begged for him to take her until the litany seemed to drown her.  That was until he stopped them his mouth, the sound breaking off as he took the last of her breath away and brought the heat of his mouth to bear on hers.<br/><br/>The cocktail of his need pouring into her, and the physical demonstration of hers on his lips, caught fire inside her and as he took her hands and pinned them gently behind her head she quivered with the flood of sensations it provoked  Her eyes widening, she licked her lip, biting on it gently to try and contain the fire in her belly from his masterful touch. God she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted a man, but more than that she wanted him to make her his own and write his desires on her soul.<br/><br/>The sweet death of him piercing her - the cessation of the rest of the world, as all there was was him and his hardness opening her, engulfed her.  Moaning, "Oh yes......." her name on his lips shook her, but the look on his face did even more.  She could feel the ricochet from it pulsing in her, the taught nipples of her quivering breasts and the tight drawing up of her cunt as it sensed how close she was to being thrown into the storm which she never dreamed would come upon her so soon.