Page 60 of Waltzing With Witches

He never puts me down, wrapping my legs around his torso as he stalks into the house and throws me against the nearest wall. His lips hover above mine for a second, then crash into me again.

He’s heat and light and every decadent thing I’ve ever dreamed about. My body is alive with need, every inch of me tense and aching. I bite his lip, pulling it between my teeth.

“Give me your neck,” I growl. I need to see that reaction again.

“Dangerous,” he snaps, licking a path along my upper lip, then my lower one. One of his hands moves to my breast, pinching my nipple. My body jerks involuntarily in his arms, pleasure and pain warring with the throb in my clit.

“Give it to me,” I order.

He ignores me, palming my breast and rubbing a thumb over my aching, pulsing clit. I grab the hem of his turtleneck and surge forward, locking my teeth around his throat.

Abe gasps. The noise is followed by a low, needy groan, and his head falls back.

Is this what the ultimate power feels like? Something predatory rises in me at seeing him bared like this. I bite hard, ripping at his skin as he begins panting.

And then I do it again, over and over all the way down his neck. And I do it yet again along his muscular shoulder. Five bites in, Abe is snarling and wheezing, his big chest heaving.

I have to know what it looks like when he comes undone.

I lick a path along his collarbone. “Could you come from just this?”

He pauses, bringing his head up, ruby eyes locked with mine. “Yes.”

“I need to see that,” I admit.

“Tell me what you want.” His hand slips up under my shirt and bra, deft fingers playing with my nipple. It pebbles under his touch. He lets out a soft, needy groan, eyes dropping to my chest. “You are fucking glorious, Morgan Anne Hector.”

“Wait until you see what I can do with this tongue,” I say with a laugh.

He purses his lips but can’t hide the smirk. After a minute, his expression goes serious. “I’m serious when I say we have to be careful, Morgan. I can’t bite you, or I’ll infect you. If I tell you I’m losing control, please believe me. That’s one limit we have to have.”

Dread fills me, souring my stomach. I wanted a few hours where we didn’t have to think about this.

I rub both hands up his chest, looking into his eyes. “Agreed, but I’m a hair’s breadth from fucking you. Should we take a step back and do something else for a bit?”

He nods slowly, pulling his hand out of my shirt. “It’s for the best. If we fuck, I’ll bite you. I—I can’t do that.”

Sadness joins the dread in my chest. What if we never get the chance to fully experience each other physically because of his illness? Resolve swiftly follows the other emotions. I’m a physician and a highly motivated person in general. I’m not ready to give up the fight over Abe’s sickness.

“You look ready to go to war, Morgan,” he whispers. “Are you alright?”

Looking up, I lose myself in his scarlet gaze. “Let’s bowl. I’ll kick your ass without Ben’s help.”

On cue, a strip of wallpaper unfurls from the wall and slaps the Keeper on the back of the head.

He snarls and bats the paper away, but I pat the wall lovingly. “Ben, you need to let me win my own battles, okay?”

The castle lets out a dreadful creaking noise that’s so loud, I clap my hands over my ears.

Abe laughs. “He disagrees completely, witch.”

So he does.

Hours later, after demolishing him in consecutive games of bowling, he tucks me into bed with a gentle whisper for sweet dreams.

Something wakes me in the middle of the night. Groaning, I sit up and look around. I’m alone in my room. The spot where Abe lay down next to me is cold. He’s been gone for a while.

I look up at the ceiling. “Ben, where’s Abe?”

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