The Wedding Witch

Unlike witches, they weren’t tempted to keep the things they acquired, and there was no history with these kinds of people, no tangled family feud from centuries back that could lead to issues. He felt the cold air slide back between them as she stepped out of his arms, her face flushed, her lips almost obscenely wet, and those big dark eyes of hers glassy with desire. He was so beautiful, his face contorted in a pleasure so intense it could’ve been mistaken for pain, and oh god, she was so in love with him. Finally, once they were deep in the trees, Bowen stopped, and suddenly Tamsyn was whirled around, her back against the trunk of a massive oak, and Bowen’s mouth was on hers, hungry and desperate.