Page 79 of Wedded Witch
Her eyes widen a fraction, and for a split second, I think she’s going to say something, maybe make a joke about it, but instead, she just looks at me. Really looks at me. And I can’t helpbut wonder if she feels it too—that connection, that pull, like there’s something more between us, something we haven’t fully explored yet.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask, my hand still wrapped loosely around her wrist.
She hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Yeah. I did.” Her voice is soft, almost like she’s surprised by it.
“Good,” I murmur, pulling her a little closer, letting my thumb brush lightly over the inside of her wrist. “Me too. I guess we both needed it.”
She doesn’t respond, just lets herself relax back into the bed, her body still close to mine. And for a moment, everything feels quiet, peaceful, like the world outside doesn’t matter. Just the two of us, in this room, tangled up together. Perfection.
Her eyes flicker back to mine and something shifts. The air between us tightens, thick with something unspoken. Every breath she takes seems to echo in my chest, her warmth so close that it’s almost unbearable.
She’s right there, inches away, her body radiating heat that draws me in, making it hard to focus on anything but her.
I let my hand drift down her arm, fingers brushing over her skin so lightly it’s barely a touch, but her lips still part at the contact.
“What are you thinking about?” I murmur, keeping my voice low, careful not to break this fragile moment we’re suspended in.
She hesitates, eyes dropping for just a beat before they find mine again.
“I don’t know,” she whispers, but the look in her eyes betrays her. She knows exactly what she’s thinking. And so do I.
My fingers find hers, our palms meeting, and I gently pull her closer, feeling her hand tremble slightly in mine.
“Feels like you do,” I say softly, my eyes searching her face. I can see her pulse quicken, her chest rising and falling with eachbreath, and I know she feels this too—this pull between us that’s impossible to ignore.
“I...I guess I’m just thinking about us.” Her voice is quiet, almost hesitant, like she’s unsure of where this will lead.
A slow smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. “Us, huh?”
She lets out a small laugh, shaking her head, but there’s no retreat. If anything, she’s moving closer. Her eyes, wide and searching, lock onto mine, like she’s trying to figure out exactly what ‘us’ means.
“Yeah. Us.”
It’s the way she says it—soft, but sure—that hits me. Like this is real, something solid, something worth chasing. The realisation settles over me like a warm wave, and it’s as clear as day—I want her.
Not just now, not just in this moment, but all of her. Her laughter, her fire, her everything. I want it all. And not because of some damn curse or fated mate bond. I want Swyn. I’m entranced by her.
I lean in, my forehead brushing hers, the softest touch, but it feels like electricity sparking between us. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?” I ask, my voice low.
There’s a heartbeat of hesitation, her breath hitching, but then she nods, her eyes flickering closed as I press a kiss to her forehead, lingering just long enough for her to feel the weight of it, the promise in it.
My hand trails up her arm, sliding along the curve of her shoulder, until my fingers trace the line of her neck. When I cup her cheek, she leans into it, her eyes fluttering open, and what I see there makes my pulse jump.
The desire, the want—it’s all mirrored in her gaze, just as intense as what’s burning inside me.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, and that’s all the confirmation I need.
I close the distance between us, my lips finding hers, soft at first, hesitant. It’s like we’re testing the waters, both of us cautious - even though it isn’t our first kiss - unsure if this is too much too soon.
But the second her lips respond, parting just slightly, something inside me breaks loose. The need I’ve been holding back surges forward, and I kiss her deeper, pulling her against me as her body melts into mine.
She lets out a quiet sound, almost a whimper, and it drives me wild. My hand slips to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, and I pull her closer, kissing her harder, more urgently.
It’s like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever, and now that it’s here, I don’t want it to end.
Her hands slide up my chest over my shirt, fingertips brushing over the muscles, tracing the lines of my body, until they settle on my shoulders. She pulls me down to her, matching my intensity, and the kiss deepens, our tongues sliding against each other, each movement drawing us closer, blurring the lines between where she ends and I begin.
Her body shifts beneath me, her legs tangling with mine as her hands trail lower, slipping under my shirt, her fingers warm against my skin. I let out a low groan at the sensation, and the sound seems to spur her on, her touch becoming more urgent, more certain.