Page 41 of Witch Way to the Diapers

As the movie progressed, Fia found herself inching closer to Sayer. By the time the credits rolled, she was nestled against his side, his arm draped comfortably around her shoulders.

“So,” Sayer murmured, his breath tickling her ear, “did my performance live up to your expectations?”

Fia tilted her head to look up at him. In the dim light of the TV screen, his eyes seemed to sparkle with an emotion she was almost afraid to name. “It exceeded them,” she whispered.

His hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb gently tracing her cheekbone. “Ever since I realized you were my mate, it’s been... challenging, to say the least.”

Fia’s brow furrowed. “Challenging? How so?”

He smiled softly, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. “Every instinct I have is screaming at me to claim you, to make you mine in every way possible. But I know you need time, that we both need to navigate this new reality with Vienna.”

His honesty touched her deeply. Fia reached up, covering his hand with her own. “Sayer, I had no idea. Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“I didn’t want to pressure you,” he admitted. “Your happiness and comfort are paramount to me. I’d rather wait forever than rush you into something you’re not ready for.”

The depth of his consideration for her feelings made Fia’s heart swell. “Oh, Sayer,” she whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“You have no idea how much I want this - want us. The thought of you as my mate, of us raising Vienna together, maybe even having more children someday... it’s all I can think about.”

His words painted a vivid picture in Fia’s mind - a future filled with love, laughter, and family. She saw herself in a white dress, walking down an aisle toward Sayer. She imagined their family growing, Vienna as a big sister, their home filled with the pitter-patter of little feet.

The intensity of her own desire for that future startled her. “I want that too,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “All of it. With you.”

He nodded. “I do too.” Sayer pulled her close, burying his face in her hair. “I’m so glad you and I envision the same future.”

The air between them crackled with desire. Slowly, giving her every chance to pull away, Sayer leaned down. Fia’s eyes fluttered closed as his lips met hers in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened.

She lost herself in the sensation, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair. Sayer’s arms tightened around her, pulling her closer until she was practically in his lap.

Separating, Fia rested her forehead against his. “We should have movie nights more often,” she murmured with a smile.

Sayer chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Definitely,” he agreed, capturing her lips in another kiss.

Straddling the lap of the only man she wanted more than her next breath, Fia initiated a kiss. He’d been real with her. He made himself vulnerable for her, let her see his fear. No man had ever opened up to such a level with her. He trusted her with his secrets. Why?

There was a reason he’d explained what a mate was. He was trying to tell her that he was different from other men. When he gave his heart, he gave it all, holding nothing back.

The kiss heated her lower stomach all the way to her toes. Sayer knew how to kiss. She had no doubt he was good at everything he did, especially things with his tongue. She felt her underwear soaking. Sayer groaned and pulled her closer to where her center pressed against his hardness hidden behind his pants.

He left her breathless, her body craving more of him. And her brain was finally on board, while her heart beat for the man who held her.

Sayer yanked back from her, then dug his fingers into her hair, pressing her to him. “Fia, my love. I want you so badly.”

She raised a brow. “Well then, you’d better do something about that.”

He pulled her back, a questioning look on his face along with hope in his eyes. “Are you saying you’ll…that you’re…right now?”

In the past, she would’ve given every excuse under the sun, but right now, all she wanted was for him to love her and pound her so hard she’d see stars.

“I can’t stay away from you,” he groaned, his lips taking hers in a desperate kiss. Her clothes flew off her body, each piece tugged with an urgency she’d never felt.

Then he was spreading her thighs open, pushing her legs back and grunting. She looked at him from under lowered lashes. His nostrils flared. She shouldn’t like the wild, feral look on him so much, but she did. There was something seriously wrong with her.

“So wet. So slick,” he grunted.

Yes. She sensed her body growing ready for him to take her. How was it possible? He’d barely touched her. He slid his hand between her folds, fondling and caressing. The urge to have him touch her grew. She wanted him kissing her. Licking her. “You have to do something.”

“What do you want?” he said, his churned-gravel voice making her already tight nipples hurt.

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