Page 82 of Wedded Witch

“Fuck! Make me yours Kel!” She cries.

Her plea sends a surge of possessiveness through me. She gasps, her fingers tightening on my shoulders, her eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, everything else disappears.

It’s just us, here in this moment, connected in every way possible.

Her skin is so warm, and she’s completely open beneath me, her body arching up, inviting me in. Her breath hitches as I barely manage to hold back the urge to take her hard and fast.

I press in, slowly at first, savouring how tight and hot she is around me, feeling her stretch to take every inch.

“God, Swyn,” I groan, gripping her hips as I push deeper, her body clenching around me. She moans, her nails digging into my shoulders, her legs wrapping tight around me as I start to move, each thrust sending jolts through both of us.

Our bodies move together, fast and intense, the heat building with every stroke. Her hands wander over my back, gripping, urging me deeper, harder. She gasps my name, her head tilting back, exposing her neck.

I can’t resist—I dip my head, dragging my teeth along her throat, feeling her shiver beneath me. Every gasp, every moan fuels me, drives me harder.

I thrust deeper, feeling her body shudder beneath mine, her hips meeting mine, pulling me in as if she can’t get enough. She clutches at me, her body writhing beneath me, her breathing quickening as she nears the edge.

I reach down, gripping her thigh, pulling her leg higher, letting me sink even deeper.

“Yes... Kel,” she gasps, her voice ragged, breathless, her body trembling as I thrust into her with everything I’ve got. “I’m so close again.” I watch her face as her pleasure builds, her eyes closing, her lips parting with each breathless moan.

She’s starting to shake, her breaths coming fast and shallow, and I lean down, murmuring against her ear.

“Come for me, Swyn. Come on pretty girl, shatter for me. Give me another orgasm, violet eyes, and I’ll make you feel so good.” The second I say it, she cries out, her body clenching tight around me, pulling me over the edge with her.

I thrust one last time, hard and deep, feeling myself pulse inside her as I let go, both of us lost in the pure, raw sensation of it.

For a long moment, we stay there, bodies entwined, my forehead resting against hers, her breaths mingling with mine as the world fades back in. I brush a hand over her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin, the softness of her smile as she looks up at me.

Her lips are swollen and pink from the kiss, and there’s this dazed, breathless look in her eyes that makes my chest tighten in the best possible way.

She gives me a soft, breathless smile, and I grin back, knowing damn well I’m not letting her go anytime soon.

“Wow,” she whispers, her voice soft, filled with wonder. I can’t help but smile, feeling a deep, intense satisfaction settle over me.

This is where I belong, right here with her, and I know I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, to make her mine in every way.

“Still thinking about ‘us’?” I tease, brushing my thumb over the curve of her cheek, watching the way she leans into my touch.

She laughs, the sound soft and breathy, her lips still so close to mine.

“Yeah,” she says, her voice light but certain. “Definitely still thinking about us.”

The way she looks at me says it all. This is something real. Something worth fighting for.

And I’m all in.

SWYN

I lie in bed,the weight of everything that just happened settling comfortably around me like a warm blanket. I thought I’d feel regret or guilt, but I just…don’t.

The sheets are tangled around my legs, and I can still feel the lingering heat of Kel beside me. I turn my head, catching a glimpse of his relaxed expression, a small smile playing on his lips as he drifts in and out of sleep.

But just as I start to lose myself in the moment, a low rumble of thunder shakes the air, jolting me back to reality.

The wind picks up, whipping around outside with a ferocity that makes the motel creak.

I sit up slightly, pulling the covers closer around me, a sudden chill creeping over me that has nothing to do with the temperature.