Page 106 of Wedded Witch
I don’t wait for him to finish. I blurt out, “I think we should break the curse.”
“You do?” He blinks at me, astonished.
“Yeah.” I nod. “Now…No time like the present, right?”
Oland’s astonishment lingers for a beat too long. It makes my pulse race, uncertainty creeping in. But then his eyes soften, a slow, reassuring smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
His hand tightens gently around mine, grounding me like he’s done before—like at our wedding when I was a bundle of nerves, my thoughts spiralling.
He had simply taken my hand in his and whispered, “We’ve got this. Together.”
That same calm certainty is there now, but it feels different. There’s a weight behind it, one that reminds me of everything we’ve been through and everything we still need to face.
“Are you sure?” His voice is gentle, his thumb brushing circles over the back of my hand. “I don’t want you to feel rushed into this.”
I swallow, nerves bubbling up, but there’s an underlying sense of resolve in me too. “I’m sure, Oland. If you’re feeling up to it.” My voice steadies. “This is what needs to happen, right? This is what we’ve been moving toward all along.”
He studies me for a moment, his eyes searching mine as if he’s looking for any hint of hesitation. I meet his gaze head-on, wanting him to see the certainty that’s finally taken root inside me.
I’ve been running for so long, unsure of everything—of myself, of this curse, of him and his brothers—but now, for the first time, I feel like I’m where I need to be. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, with him.
Oland lets out a soft sigh, almost like he’s been holding his breath, waiting for me to change my mind. His hand cups my cheek, the calluses on his fingers rough against my skin, but the touch is tender, full of care.
It’s always been like this with him—rough edges, but underneath, a quiet kind of strength. A protector.
“When I made those vows,” he says, his voice low, “I meant them. Every word. I would have waited as long as it took for you to come to me, Swyn. I still will.”
His words wrap around me like a blanket, warm and reassuring, but I don’t want to wait anymore. The curse is unravelling, like something is shifting inside me.
It’s not just the curse that’s ready to break—it’s me, breaking free of all the doubt that’s been holding me back.
I shift closer, the blanket rustling between us, and press my lips softly to his. The kiss is tentative at first, testing, like we’re both feeling out this new reality between us. But it doesn’t stay tentative for long.
The tension that’s been building between us for so long—the distance, the uncertainty, the unspoken bond—crashes over us, pulling us together like a magnet.
Oland’s grip on me tightens, his lips pressing harder, more urgent. He shifts, pulling me beneath him, his body covering mine in a way that feels both protective and possessive.
But his weight is grounding, reminding me of all the times on our wedding day that he was my anchor when everything else felt like it was slipping away.
I break the kiss just long enough to whisper, “I want this, Oland. Want us. I believe in the bond. Believe in us.”
His silvery eyes darken to liquid mercury, a storm of emotions swirling in them—desire, yes, but also something deeper. Something that tells me this is more than just breaking the curse.
This is about us, about everything we’ve been through and everything we’re about to face together.
He presses his forehead to mine, his breath ragged.
“You’re sure? Because once we cross this line, I won’t let you go. I know I said you could walk away if you wanted, Swyn. But I don’t think I can. I can’t. I won’t ever let you go.”
I nod, my voice steady despite the jerky rhythm of my pulse at his possessive words.
“I’m sure.”
The kiss that follows is unlike any I’ve had before. There’s no hesitation, no holding back. His lips move against mine with a hunger that matches my own, his hands roaming over my body like he’s memorising every inch of me.
The heat between us builds fast, like a spark catching fire and consuming everything in its path. It’s undeniable, a fierce and urgent pull that draws us closer with every heartbeat.
My skin tingles where his fingers graze mine, and it’s as if the air around us is charged, thick with the weight of what’s about to happen. The room, the world, everything else fades, leaving only the two of us caught in this magnetic force.