Page 37 of Wedded Witch
Kel responds to my movement, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me against him. The warmth of his body ignites something inside me, a low thrum of desire that I hadn’t expected.
I can’t help but lean into him further, loving the hardness of his chest against the softness of mine, a tantalising reminder of how real this moment is as his heat grounds me.
I break the kiss for just a second, breathless. “What are we doing?” I whisper, my voice shaky with the thrill of it all.
“Something we both want,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with intensity. He leans in again, capturing my lips with a fierceness that sends a thrill through me.
The kiss deepens further, our mouths moving together with a hunger I can’t deny. Heat, desire, need, it’s all pooling in my stomach, a fluttering sensation that makes me dizzy with longing.
My body responds instinctively, arching into him, craving more.
His hands explore, sliding down to my hips and back up my curves again, tracing the outline of my body. I shiver at his touch, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
I want to melt into him, to lose myself in this moment, to forget everything outside these walls.Especially my husband and the curse.
As our lips part momentarily, I take a shaky breath, feeling emboldened.
“I want this,” I say, the words tumbling out in a breathy whisper, more to myself than to him.
“Me too,” he replies, his gaze searching mine.
But now I’m in uncharted territory.
Should I tell him? Put the brakes on for a moment just long enough to confess that this is my first time. Or should I just relax and go with it? I want this. I do. But is my virginity something I have to declare like I’m walking through customs?
No. No, it isn’t. It’s not like an STD where it’s best to be up front and honest with your partner. It’s one flimsy barrier that will be gone before either of us can blink.
I decide that I’m not going to say a word.
Instead, I pull him back to me, our lips crashing together again, as if the world outside doesn’t exist. I’m lost in the taste of him—warmth, sweetness, and a hint of danger that sends my heart racing and soaks my underwear.
Time stretches and bends, the kiss growing more urgent, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. His fingers slip under the hem of my dress, warm and tentative against my skin, igniting sparks and shivers wherever he touches.
“Kel…” I breathe, feeling a mix of exhilaration and apprehension. “What if?—”
“Shh,” he whispers against my lips, his breath warm and inviting. “Just be here with me. Right now.”
I want nothing more than to surrender to this moment, to the heat rising between us, to the intoxicating chemistry that feels like it could consume us whole.
I lean into him, lost in the kiss, my heart racing with a wild mix of desire and uncertainty. And guilt.
Which is stupid. But not stupid. Technically, I’m married. I’m cheating on my husband. But my husband is a stranger, someone I don’t know at all, someone I owe nothing to. I never asked for the marriage, we didn’t consummate it. Does it count? I have no love for him, nor he for me.
In the midst of our passion, the guilt fades, momentarily overshadowed by desire and urgency. We’re two people who have been drawn together by an unseen force, and right now, all that matters is the connection we’re sharing.
It feels so right.
As Kel deepens the kiss once more, a wave of euphoria washes over me. My reservations melt away in the face of this newfound connection, and I give myself over to his touch completely. His hands continue to trace the curves of my body, sending shivers of pleasure through me with every gentle caress as he slowly slides my dress higher and higher up my thighs.
I pull back slightly, just enough for our eyes to meet. His are filled with a mix of longing and adoration that takes my breath away. In that moment, I’m convinced that nothing else in the world could matter more than this connection we’ve found.
“I need you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my lust. “I need you so much it hurts.”
He looks at me with a mixture of satisfaction and desperation. “I need you too,” he murmurs back, his voice ragged and low. “I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone in my life.”
He pulls me closer, removing my dress completely and I shiver at the cool air against my skin. A sense of vulnerability and exposure washes over me, but it’s also intoxicating in its intensity.
His eyes never leave mine as he lowers me gently, laying me down with care. There’s a tremor of anticipation radiating through me as he hovers above me, the sensations in my body a thunderstorm of desire just waiting to break free.