Heart's Magic by Gail Dayton

Author:Gail Dayton
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: magic, steampunk, alternate history, fantasy adventure, wizard, sorcerer, adventure romance, victorian age, steampunk fantasy romance, adventure 1860s
Publisher: Gail Dayton

Elinor was sitting rather glumly on what she thought might be a scarred tendon in Cranshaw's arm. It seemed to be drawn excessively tight, but maybe that was nervousness, rather than injury. She didn't know enough to know. And she hadn't given up on getting back where she belonged. She certainly didn't intend on remaining here for the rest of her life--however long that might be. She would think of something. Soon, even. She simply needed a little more time to adjust to the current reality.

Although-- At a rather ridiculous distance, she thought she might be sensing--what? She tried to focus. Senses--there were six. Sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, and magic. All but the last were strictly physical, and magic often interpreted itself in terms of those senses. This sensation was touch. She was almost certain of that.

She moved...her lips. She felt the sensation against her lips and she moved them.

"Elinor?"

She heard. Her name in Harry's voice.

"Kiss me again, Elinor. Kiss me now."

She felt his lips against hers again, but they were motionless. Both sets. Harry's seemed to be just--waiting. For something. For her to kiss him, he'd said.

Lips--soft, damp, and hot--weren't all she felt. She could sense--Elinor worked hard to define the distant sensations. Hard muscle all along the front of her body, a band of it--Harry's arm, both arms around her, holding her in place. She could feel--waistcoat buttons? Yes, she thought so. And the lips were moving against hers as Harry spoke.

"Elinor. Get yourself back 'ere and kiss me, damn it!" Harry didn't speak louder than a surly growl, but the intensity vibrated through her.

All the way through her to where she sat inside Nigel Cranshaw's blood. Harry's lips rested, motionless again, the lightest of touches on hers, and it wasn't right. Wasn't enough.

She'd been kissed. Rather expertly, and by Harry himself. Those kisses hadn't been anything like this one. This didn't deserve the name of "kiss." She wanted one of those other kisses. The ones where she thought he might consume her whole.

She struggled. If she could feel his lips and her lips, if she could feel him pressed tight against her, she ought to be able to kiss him back. She moved them before. She knew she did. They were her lips. Hers to command. Hers to kiss him with. And finally, she got them to move. She pursed her lips, just a little, and parted them.

"Elinor?" Harry pulled away to look at her.

She could see him looking, but it felt distant and seemed to get more distant as seconds passed. No. She wanted to be there with Harry, not here where she didn't belong. She strained to coordinate lips and tongue and larynx. "Kiss me."

The words were soft, almost nonexistent, but she knew he heard her because he obeyed her plea. He kissed her, lips, teeth, and tongue, hauling her up against him with a hand planted firmly on her bottom. The sensations came to her, floating across the distance between her mind and her body.

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