I held her face as I kissed her deeply. Her hands worked me, and I bent my mouth to her neck and bit her, as I got closer to my release. I rocked against her, lost in the feel of her delicate fingers around me. She drew away from me and sank to her knees. Her hair brushed over my belly as she enveloped me in her warm mouth. She sucked tentatively at first, and then harder. “Oh God,” I moaned, and then I came as colored sparks flared in my mind. She held tightly to my thighs, and drank me down. She stood up and looked at me uncertainly. “I hope…“ I crushed her mouth to mine as I swept her up and placed her on the table. I lifted up her layers of skirt and pulled off her damp panties. Gently I spread apart her silken thighs and slipped my tongue inside her. I probed her depths, focused narrowly on my task. I needed to fulfill her, wanted her to gain pleasure from my body, from me. She grabbed my neck, and I sucked her clit into my mouth. She shattered with a scream, and I lapped at her gently until she had stilled. I pulled away and looked up at her. She looked spent, her eyes closed and her features soft. “I’m not done with you yet,” I said in a low voice. I grabbed her hips and slid her down the table, and moved my cock inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I basked in the sight of her spread out on the table, her hair trailing over the dark wood. Her beautiful face was flushed with sex, and her body was tight with passion. She bit down on her lip. “Tara, I love you,” I said desperately as I clenched her hips tighter. “Don’t hold back.” Her head thrashed back and forth, and her walls tightened around me. “Talk to me,” I said gruffly. She bit down harder and a bead of blood sprang up on her lip. I pulled her up to me, and wrapped my arms tightly around her back. I kissed her, and tasted the heady nectar of her blood. “Please, let yourself go,” I gasped. “Please.” I moved within her slowly, methodically. She opened her eyes, and they were full of tears. “I love you,” she said softly. I stilled. “Why are you crying?” I asked, concerned. “Am I hurting you?” I moved to pull out of her, but she held me tight. “I’m so happy,” she said. “You’re crying because you’re happy?” I asked, perplexed. “You make me so h-happy,” she cried. “I l-l-love y-y-you so much.” I withdrew from her and cradled her in my arms. I sat down on the floor and stroked her hair. “God, baby, what’s the matter?” She cried so hard that her whole body shook. “M-m-my m-m-m-mother,” she said painfully. It hurt to see her in so much pain, so twisted in knots she couldn’t even speak. “You lost your mum when you were a teenager,” I said, not understanding. “A-a-a-a-a,” she stuttered. “A-a-a-a-and W-W-W-W...” “Willow?” I supplied. She nodded, and rested her head on my shoulder. I waited for her to calm down enough to talk. “My w-whole life, only two people have loved me,” she said sadly. “My mother, and Willow.” I kissed her gently on the brow. “And you tell me that you love me,” she said slowly, “and I can’t believe it.” Anger fired inside me, and pain. I struggled to push it down, to let her explain. “It has to be the spell,” she said. “I don’t think that you would feel this way otherwise.” I kissed her lips, and focused on her taste, her sweetness, and her giving heart.  Our love was true, it was real, and I knew it in my bones. If I lashed out, if I lost it, I would lose the fragile girl that I loved. “I know that I love you,” I said softly. “And I know that you love me. I don’t believe that it’s just a spell, and I can’t go on with you not trusting in us, in what we have.” I looked deeply into her eyes.  “We’ll do research at the Magic Box. We’ll call Giles. We’ll ask anyone you like, do whatever you need to find out that the spell that healed me did not cause the way we feel.” She looked at me in relief. “You’re not angry? You won’t leave me?” I rocked her in my arms. “I’ll stay with you forever, pet. I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.” We sat at the table in the Magic Box. The surface was piled high with volumes and papers. “I didn’t come up with anything,” Tara said, as she pushed away a large stack of books. I looked down at a page of notes. “According to all the sources I checked, there is no way the healing spell could have acted as a love spell.” Tara fiddled nervously with her hair. “But, there was one footnote in Amalfi’s Grimoire that indicated that the healing spell that you did could also be used to grant the heart’s greatest desire.” She looked up at me, and her eyes were thoughtful. “We could do a reveal spell,” she said seriously. “If either of us was under any enchantment, that would dispel it.”

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