Page 84 of Waltzing With Witches

I’m sure I’m gripping his hair hard enough for it to be painful, but I can’t seem to ease up or let go. Because, if I let go, he might take that incredible mouth off me, and all I want to do is stay like this, exploding all over him.

Eventually, I return to reality, and ecstasy begins to fade, leaving me wrung out and exhausted. Chest heaving, I glance at Abe, only to see a supremely satisfied expression on his handsome, angular features.

I release my hold on his hair, but he grips my wrist and turns his head to the side, closing his eyes. He drags his nose along the inside of my arm from wrist to forearm and back again. Lips coated with my bliss nip and suck at my skin. My body reacts instantly, and I clench my thighs together.

“I wonder how many orgasms in a row I could wring out of you?” he muses, red eyes opening to focus on me.

“I don’t know, but you were right,” I admit. “Hard to do the work when you’re on your knees.”

He grins as he bites the inside of my wrist hard. “Tell me what the screen says, mate.”

I glance over. The numbers have stopped scrolling, and a singular sentence flashes across the screen.

All systems green. No anomalies reported.

I give Abe a thumbs-up. “We’re good.”

Around us, Ben rumbles in agreement. I press my hand flat to the surface around the inset keyboard, feeling for anything like what I felt at Higher Grounds. I release a relieved breath when Ben sends a rush of love back to me.

“Love you too,” I murmur, stroking small circles on the surface.

Abe freezes between my thighs, his intense focus tangible as goose bumps rise to the surface of my skin.

Realization hits me. Abe told me he loved me, and I wasn’t ready to say it back. I was scared, if I’m being honest with myself. Scared that I’d somehow end up disappointed or heartbroken. But as I sit here staring at the man I’ve come to understand, I realize I do love him—deeply and with my entire soul. And even if I only get a short time with him, I want every second of it.

“I love you too,” I whisper. “So damn much.”

His lips part, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks. When his eyes go glossy, I worry I’ve gone too far. But then a blood-red tear slips down his cheek, leaving a pink trail against his pale skin.

I slide off the chair to straddle his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. Pressing my forehead to his, I brush our mouths together. His lips move against mine, and when I keep them playfully out of reach, he chases my mouth, wrapping a hand around my neck and holding me in place while he devours me.

And it’s soul-rending, that kiss. It yanks me back in time to that night beautiful melodies filled the air around us, pumped through enormous speakers, and all I could focus on was the man kissing me.

My hands burn and itch with the need to fix what my magic feels is wrong with him, but I brush all that aside as I devour him in return. I don’t realize we’ve risen off the ground until the hallways pass by in a blur. A door opens, and we slip across his bedroom—our bedroom.

Abe deposits me carefully in bed before crawling on top of me. He cages me between his big arms, his lips still crushed hard to mine. We kiss and touch until my eyes start to close out of pure exhaustion.

He flips me over and kisses his way down my neck and back, along both shoulders, and down my spine. He trails those kisses up over the swell of my ass and down my legs. His warm mouth is in direct opposition to the chilly room, and I can’t resist arching up to meet his warmth.

“I prayed for you for so long,” he whispers into my skin. “I prayed to the stars and the moon. I prayed to every god the monster world has. I prayed my entire life, mate.” His mouth closes around a spot on my shoulder blade, his kiss reverent.

Tears fill my eyes at the weight of what happened today and the promises he’s imprinting on my body and soul with every touch.

“I have loved you across space and time,” he murmurs, moving to the back of my neck and kissing again. “I loved you before I even knew you. And now that you’re here? There is no depth, no end to what I feel. I’m not a whole person, Morgan. I’m deeply flawed. But I will spend every day attempting to become someone worthy of such a gift.”

The tears do spill over then. But Abe flips me over and brings his mouth to mine, staying any response I might have.

He kisses me until I fall into the deepest, most restful sleep of my entire life.

“Are you ready for today?” I grab my ziol and make a small cut in my forefinger, dripping blood into Abe’s coffee.

His nostrils flare as he leans against the wall, watching my blood drip into his drink. “I suppose,” he murmurs, dark gaze moving back to mine.

“I’m here for you,” I remind him.

“I seem to still lack emotion when it comes to anything unrelated to you,” he says tersely. “I should be reminding you that I’ll be there for the emotional rollercoaster that today will be.”

I smile and hand him the cup. He takes it, but grips my hand and brings my finger to his mouth. When he slips it between his lips and sucks, we both groan. And then I pant watching him lick and suck on my finger like it’s the rarest of delicacies. His eyes close, brows furrowing as he hollows his cheeks.

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