Page 7 of Wedded Witch

“So do you,” I tell her. Her jasmine scent captivates me, enveloping my senses and intertwining with the warmth of my cedarwood, creating a striking contrast—a perfect harmony of elegance and masculinity.

Almost as if she’s embarrassed that I heard her, she pulls away, leaving me bereft of her warmth. The urge to pull her right back where she belongs is strong, but it’s been a long, overwhelming day and I think she’s going to need me to take things slow.

Doesn’t mean I’m going to let her go without a kiss though.

Taking her hand in mine, I gently draw her closer and bring it up to my lips. Placing a tender kiss on the back of her hand, I silently promise her more.

Mine.

With a wordless sense of understanding and a shared moment of levity, we reluctantly part and make our way to our separate chambers for the night.

As I lie in bed, staring up at the canopy above, my mind races with thoughts of the future and the uncertainty that lies ahead. But one thing is clear – Swyn is not just a duty or an obligation to me. She is a woman with her own dreams and desires, and it is my hope that in time, we can build something real together out of the ashes of this arranged marriage.

My thoughts from before, of doing the deed, breaking the curse and going our separate ways are long gone.

That was before.

Before I met her. Before I saw how gorgeous she is, yes, but also before I started to learn that she’s kind and strong, fierce and funny too. She’s exactly the sort of woman I can see myself building a life and a future with.

All of that was before I said ‘I do’ and kissed her and something snapped into place within my chest – a magical bond that speaks of the rightness of this union – and Swyn found her place in my heart.

It hits me like lightning and I wonder why the hell I didn’t notice it before. Swyn’s mine.My fated mate.

As I lie in bed, the moonlight bathes the room in a silvery glow and Swyn’s image refuses to leave my mind. Her fiery spirit, quick wit, and the way she stood up to me earlier, all blend into a heady mix that both unsettles and thrills me.

Shifting uncomfortably under the covers, I try to push away the thoughts taking root in my mind. This is not how a husband should think of his newly wedded wife. Not when she’s his junior and a damn stranger.

Yet, an undeniable pull exists between us, something primal and raw that crackles in the air when I’m near her.

With a frustrated sigh, I turn onto my side and close my eyes, willing sleep to overtake me and banish these illicit thoughts. Despite exhaustion tugging at my eyelids, I can’t shake Swyn’s face from my mind – her gorgeous magical eyes, flashing with defiance and a hint of something else that sends shivers down my spine.

The rational part of me recognizes these feelings as dangerous, knows that they should be forbidden even. But in the darkness of night, with only the sound of my racing heart for company, I can’t deny the truth whispering through my veins like a siren’s song.

Swyn has awakened something long buried within me, a desire burning hotter and brighter than anything before.

As my hand moves over my skin and grabs my cock, the heat of desire washes over me in relentless waves. I can’t resist envisioning Swyn’s touch taking the place of my own, her cool and nimble fingers skilled in seduction beyond my wildest dreams.

My pace quickens, desperation creeping in as I lose myself in the fantasy of introducing Swyn to a realm of pleasures deemed forbidden.

In my mind, she stands tall and defiant, embodying wildfire and rebellion. Her touch traces intricate patterns on my body, setting ablaze a hunger that devours me completely. Her soft, intoxicating moans echo in my ears, ensnaring me further into the labyrinth of our shared desires. Imagining her tongue exploring every inch of me, ignites a blaze within me that erupts with an intensity I never thought possible.

“Swyn,” I groan, spilling my release into a hastily grabbed tissue. Fuck.

Breathless and spent, I lay there as tremors of energy still course through me. The illusion of Swyn fades away, leaving behind a flood of guilt that threatens to drown me.

Oh fuck. I’m definitely going to Hell.

SWYN

After my mother’sintervention this morning, I really did have every intention of giving this marriage a go. I swear I did.

But that wasbefore.

Before I arrived at the chapel, the doors were flung open and I was facing the longest walk of my life – alone – towards a total stranger. My parents decided it may help the curse if I was seen to bewillinglygiving myself away to my stranger husband, rather than beinghanded overby the father of the bride. Bullshit.

It was before I laid eyes on my husband to be and fell head over heels in lust for the man. It didn’t matter that he’s significantly older than me, the man is gorgeous, and I reacted to him in a visceral way that I never have with anyone else before.

And that scared the shit out of me.

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