“Exactly what I thought. Stand still.”

She obeyed, heart thundering, as he undressed her. Taking his time, he slowly peeled the gown off of her, kissing, nipping, and licking her bare skin as he uncovered it, until she was melting, trembling so much that she thought she might not be able to stand any longer.

Sensing he had her exactly as he wanted her, Gabriel swept her up into his arms again, carrying her to the bed. Laying her down, he arranged her as he’d promised, arms and legs spread widely. Holding her gaze, he smiled slightly as the silver chains responded to their magic, snaking around her wrists and ankles. Experiencing both moving the chains and the sensation of being bound, she writhed, body singing with erotic passion and magical need.

Gabriel kissed her, long and lingering, soothing and silvery, then brushing kisses over her cheeks, forehead, and eyelids, a rain of love. His excitement flared through her, magnifying her own. “Do you feel this, too?” she asked, opening her eyes.

He ran a hand down her body, tracing the curves, eyes glittering as she moved into the caress, pleading without words. “Yes,” he answered. “I understand now why you wanted this.” Then he gave her a stern look. “And I should inform you that I have plans for your helpless body. You can beg and plead all you like, but I won’t be moved. Look up.”

He moved out of her line of sight, and she gasped in wonder at the sight of the full moon, exactly framed in the moon window, huge and luminescent, light rippling through the clear water. “Perfect timing,” she breathed. The chains tightened on her, stretching her body taut, and she moaned at the thrill of anticipation.

“Moon and water magic,” Gabriel murmured huskily. “I’ll be using both to drive you wild, and you won’t have surcease until the dawn.” The moonlight shivered over her skin, titillating pinpricks just short of pain. Gasping, she tugged against the restraints, helpless indeed. Water slid over her, cooling the prickles of silver, then heating to a near burn before steaming away. Before she could take a breath, Gabriel’s mouth followed the same path, soothing and sensitizing her skin.

Her magic billowed like fire, reaching for him, embraced in return. He began again, tormenting her with moonlight. Overhead, the moon shone like a beacon, flickers of silver traveling through the glass and struts of the dome.

It would be a very long night, indeed.

And there would be many more to come over a long life together, she’d make sure of it—and House Phel would flourish as a result.

“Are you paying attention, familiar?” Gabriel asked, nipping her sharply.

“Yes, wizard,” she answered on a delicious sigh.

Oh, yes.

Titles by Jeffe Kennedy

FANTASY ROMANCES

BONDS OF MAGIC

Dark Wizard

Bright Familiar

Grey Magic

Familiar Winter Magic (In Fire of the Frost)

HEIRS OF MAGIC

The Long Night of the Crystalline Moon