Page 80 of Wedded Witch
I break the kiss just long enough to tug my shirt over my head, her eyes raking over me with a hunger that matches my own. She reaches for me again, her hands sliding over the bare skin of my back, pulling me down until there’s nothing between us but heat and want.
Her breath hitches as I trail kisses along her jaw, down her neck, my hands exploring every inch of her soft, warm skin. Thesound of her soft gasps and her fingers gripping me tightly only fuels the fire inside me.
I reach for the hem of her shirt, pausing just long enough to meet her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. But there’s none. She arches into me, her silent answer, and I pull her shirt over her head, tossing it aside.
For a moment, I just take her in, her body, her beauty, the way she looks at me with a mix of desire and trust that makes my heart race. And then I’m on her again, my lips meeting hers in a kiss that’s all heat and passion, my hands roaming her body as hers do the same to me, exploring, discovering.
Everything is a blur of skin and breath, her soft moans against my ear, the feel of her beneath me, responding to every touch, every kiss. We move together, the tension building between us like a storm about to break, the air thick with the need to finally close the distance, to finally make this real.
“You sure, Swyn?” I whisper, dragging my lips across her clavicles.
“Fuck, yes,” she pants. “I’ll kill you if you stop now.”
I chuckle, then lean in, my lips just inches away from hers, and whisper, “Will you be mine, Swyn?”
Her eyes search mine, the desire and trust I’ve seen before clearer than ever. She nods, her eyes sparkling with the promise of forever. “Yes,” she whispers back, her hand tracing the line of my jaw, fingers gentle but sure.
And with that, I let out a low growl, my hands gripping her hips as I pull her closer. The heat of her body, the beat of her heart…it’s like a siren call, drawing me in, making me crave more.
“Fuck!” I bark, freezing.
She stiffens beneath me. “What is it?”
“I wasn’t expecting this. I don’t have a condom.”
A gorgeous rosy hue taints her porcelain skin as she blushes. “Oh, I have a contraceptive spell in place, and umm…I’ve only slept with…well, your brother.”
I take a moment to process her words, the weight of them settling in the air between us. Then I remember that comment she made about being a virgin and Ri slut shaming her.
I guess it didn’t sink in at the time.
My heart races, and my breath hitches as I register what she just admitted. Just me and him? A rush of possessiveness floods my veins, igniting a fire within me.
“Just my brother?” I murmur, my lips hovering just above hers, teasing her with my breath. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
Her gaze locks onto mine, a mix of vulnerability and mischief in her eyes.
“Well, he’s definitely not you,” she counters softly, her voice lilting with sincerity. “Even if I thought he was at the time.”
My grip on her hips tightens, an animalistic instinct surging through me.
“Damn right,” I reply, the teasing lilt fading as I lose myself in the heat of the moment. “I’m not him…Wait, you thought he was me?”
“Duh.”
“You liked me enough to gift me your virginity?” I ask, awe-struck.
She shrugs, avoiding my gaze.
With that, I crush my mouth against hers, the kiss deepening as I pour all my unspoken thoughts into it—my need, my desire, my promise. She responds in kind, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer as if she’s trying to meld our bodies together.
“Every part of you,” I whisper against her skin, trailing kisses along her collarbone, mapping the delicate landscape ofher body. “I want to know you completely. I’m clean. I know my brothers are too. But if you’d rather we wait and get protection…”
“Don’t you dare!”
Her fingers clutch at my shoulders, urging me on, and I oblige, capturing her mouth again as I sink into the warmth of her embrace. She pulls me closer, her body arching against mine, urging me to lose myself in her.
Her breath hitches as I nip at her neck, her fingers digging into my back, urging me on. And then I move lower, my lips trailing kisses down her stomach, each one eliciting a small moan from her.