Page 89 of Wedded Witch
His voice is low, a rough growl as his hand tightens in my hair again, pulling me back to meet his eyes, though I can barely see him through the darkness.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Swyn.”
I shudder at the way he says my name, the raw, aching need behind it.
His lips are on mine again before I can respond, his kiss even more heated, more demanding. There’s no hesitation, no space left between us. There’s tension coiled throughout his body, his restraint barely holding him back as he takes what he wants, what we both want.
My hands slide down his back, feeling the muscles shift under his skin, trying to pull him closer, trying to match the ferocity of his need. But I know, deep down, that he’s the one in control, and the realisation sends another wave of desire flooding through me.
I gasp as his hand moves down from my hip, trailing along the curve of my body, gripping my thigh and pulling my leg up to wrap around his waist.
The movement makes us both groan, the heat and attraction between us undeniable, and I feel his breath against my neck, rough and ragged as he presses a kiss to the spot just below my ear.
“Ri…” I manage to breathe out, my voice trembling, but the word barely leaves my lips before his mouth is back on mine,his fingers still tangled in my hair, tugging me exactly where he wants me.
The power he holds over me in this moment is intoxicating, and all I can do is cling to him as the tempest rages both outside and within. His kiss, his touch, the way he’s claiming me in the dark—it’s everything I’ve been craving, and I know there’s no turning back now.
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As I kiss her,my mind spins, thoughts colliding in a chaotic maelstrom almost as fierce as the one outside. Every touch of her lips against mine, every tremble of her body beneath my hands, ignites something deep in me—a fire I’ve been trying to snuff out for too long.
I’ve been obsessed since I kissed her in her family home, but this is different. Something has changed. Now, I can’t hold back anymore.
She’s mine.
She should’ve been mine from the beginning. The regret of not making a move sooner crashes over me like a tidal wave. I remember it all too clearly—the way I found her tangled up with Kel, wrapped in rumpled sheets, her skin flushed and her hair a wild mess.
I wanted to be the one there with her, not my brother.
The jealousy that surged through me then had been violent, fierce, and uncontrollable. I hated it. Hated the way my chest had tightened, hated the ache that throbbed in my gut every time I looked at her after that.
Knowing she’s fated to be with him too—with all of us— somehow makes it worse.
I let my brothers claim her first because I was too much of a coward to step up, to admit what I wanted.
I don’t want to share.
I shove those thoughts aside, the weight of my regret lingering even as I kiss her now, trying to erase all the time I’ve wasted, all the chances I didn’t take.
I have to get on board with sharing her, because I know it would destroy my brothers if I kept her for myself. And I think it would hurt Swyn too. It’s obvious she cares more for them than she does me.
She shudders beneath me, and I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling her closer, forcing myself deeper into this moment. There’s no room for hesitation anymore, no space for second-guessing. I’ve wanted her from the start, and now I’m done pretending otherwise.
I break the kiss just long enough to breathe her in, my forehead resting against hers, my chest heaving with the effort to keep myself in check. I know the storm’s still raging outside, but all I can hear is the sound of her shallow breaths, the way her heart’s pounding against me, perfectly in sync with mine.
Her body fits against mine like it’s meant to be there, and I can’t stop the thought that runs through my head: she should’ve been mine first.
“I should’ve done this so much sooner,” I growl, my voice low and rough, filled with all the pent-up frustration I’ve been carrying. I can’t help it—the confession slips out before I even realise I’m saying it.
Even in the dark, this close, I watch as her eyes widen, and the question forms on her lips, but I don’t let her speak. I crush my mouth to hers again, kissing her harder this time, with more intensity, more desperation.
I need to show her—show her that I’m not going to hold back anymore, that I’m done standing on the sidelines while she slips further out of reach.
The jealousy, the regret, all of it burns away as I lose myself in her.
But I’ll make damn sure she knows she’s mine. Even if I have to share her with them, she’ll know I’m the one who truly possesses her. Just like she does me.
As the darkness envelops us, I let the regret simmer in the background, but it no longer controls me. This moment does. The feel of her soft, wet skin under my hands, the way she responds to every touch, every kiss—it consumes me.