Page 90 of Wedded Witch

I’ve spent too long wanting her from a distance, watching her get closer to Kel and Sol, always keeping myself in check. Not anymore.

The lights flicker on again, the water coming back as an icy trickle before blasting out at full power, but neither of us react. For a moment, we’re standing in silence, the tension between us humming like electricity, too strong to ignore.

I pull back, my breath ragged as I look at her, my fingers still tangled in her hair, her lips swollen from my kiss.

“You’re mine, Swyn,” I rasp, my voice thick with possessiveness. “You always should’ve been.”

And as I stare down at her, all the regret I’ve carried for not claiming her sooner fades, replaced by something hotter, something fiercer. I won’t waste another damn second.

“Show me,” she whispers, her voice low and breathless, eyes locked on mine. She licks her lips, her gaze full of challenge and need. “Make me yours.”

Her words flip a switch inside me, snapping the last thread of control I had left. With a growl, I close the distance between us, pushing her back against the cool tiles, the force of my body pinning hers in place. I tangle my fingers deeper into her wethair, tugging her head back as I claim her mouth again, rough and possessive, like I’m branding her with every kiss.

She responds just as fiercely, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, pushing and pulling at me like she can’t get enough.

The lights flicker above us, casting shadows across her face before plunging us into darkness again, the storm outside roaring, but all I can focus on is the way her body feels against mine—soft, wet, and yielding.

The air between us is thick with the scent of steam, of my shower gel. The realisation that her skin is cocooned in my fragrance makes me about ready to burst.

Mavis was right about my blue balls and needing to get laid, ithasbeen too long. But now I realise it’s because fate was waiting for Swyn to show up at my door.

She’s slick and warm as I press my hips against hers, claiming every inch of her. My lips move down her neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks that I know will linger.

Leaving a message for my brothers: I’ll share, but she belongs to me.

I slide my hand around her throat, squeezing just enough, so that she knows it too. Her pupils blow and she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on.

“Is this what you want?” I growl against her throat, my voice rough and ragged.

“Yes,” she breathes, her body arching against me. “More.”

Her demand only spurs me on. I grab her thighs, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I press her harder against the wall.

She’s trapped between me and the cold tiles, and I can feel the heat of her, the pulse of her need matching my own right at the apex of her thighs.

There’s no hesitation in the way she moves, no fear—just raw, unfiltered desire.

I tear my mouth away from her neck and kiss her again, harder this time, my teeth grazing her lower lip as I push inside her in one rough, fluid motion.

The sound she makes is a mixture of pleasure and shock, her head falling back against the wall, her nails raking down my back, leaving trails of scorching heat in their wake.

The lights flicker again, illuminating the primal hunger in her eyes, then plunging us back into darkness as the storm surges outside. But in here, it’s just us—our bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels primal, untamed, like we’ve tapped into something raw and elemental.

Every thrust, every kiss, every bite is filled with a hunger that’s been building for too long, and it’s finally being unleashed.

I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, anchoring her to me as we move together, rough and unrelenting. Her breath comes in short gasps, tremors running through her. Her body responds to every touch, every movement.

Fuck, I should have waited. Should have tasted her first. I’m behaving like a damn animal, but I can’t seem to control myself.

“You’re mine, lucky charm” I growl against her lips, my voice low and dangerous. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Ri,” she gasps, her hands tightening around my shoulders, pulling me closer, like she’s afraid to let go.

The words send a surge of possessiveness through me, fueling the fire that’s been burning since the moment I first laid eyes on her. She’s mine, and I’m never letting her forget it.

Our bodies collide again and again, the storm outside matching the one inside us, the lights flickering wildly, casting flashes of light across the room.

Her nails break the skin of my back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I drive her harder against the wall. The slicksound of our skin, the roughness of our movements, the way we fit together—everything is heightened, wild, like we’re giving into something deeper, something beyond words.

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