Page 87 of Spookily Yours

“Live as long as us?” I asked her. Sure, children of demons and witches weren’t the most common, but they weren’t rare. Plenty of demons had mated with humans and brought them back to our world. She gave a slight nod. “They would. They’d inherit magic from both of us.”

We’d never had a chance to talk about having kids, about the little witch that had been in my dreams.

“I want that,” I murmured, directly into her hair. “A family, with you.”

“You do?” The tears were back, only this time—they were happy.

“Yes. Fuck yes, Willow. I want to do it all with you. Every little thing I’ve never experienced—I want to try it all with you. I want to see your world. To take you everywhere possible. And then show you mine.” I squeezed her hands.

“I want that, too,” she said, letting the tears fall. “An eternity with you.”

“Thank fuck,” I responded, taking her mouth. Kissing her, showing her how much I loved her with one simple action. “I love you.”

She laughed. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.”

“We don’t have to do the ceremony now. We can wait.” I thought about the jeweled ring in my back pocket. The one that had been my mom’s. The same one she’d enchanted to protect me. “Do it at the same time as our wedding.”

“Our wedding?” This time, she looked confused.

I laughed, bringing our foreheads together. “I know it hasn’t been very long. That we still have so much to learn about each other. But, when the time comes…. I want to make you my wife. I want you to be mine in every way possible.”

I could feel her smile against my mouth as we kissed again.

“Yes,” she said as she pulled away, “Yes, I want to be your wife. All of it.”

“I love you, Willow.”

“I love you too, Damien.”

I rubbed my fingers over her mark. “Mine,” I murmured.

“Yours,” she agreed.

Throwing her over my shoulder unceremoniously, I carted her from the living room into her bedroom.

“Damien!” Willow shrieked, dangling down my back. “You’re ridiculous.”

I dropped her on the bed, enjoying the way her eyes widened as I stood over her, stripping off my clothes.

“I’ve wanted you again since yesterday. Since I put my mark on you.” Fuck, I’d never imagined how much I’d like it to see those two little imprints on her bare neck. Knowing that I put them there. “We didn’t have enough time this morning.”

The ballroom had eased the urge that the claiming had brought on, but it wasn’t enough. Some males fucked for practically a week straight afterwards.

She bit her lip, watching me from lidded eyes.

“Like what you see?” I asked, smirking, knowing my full chest was on display as I unbuttoned my pants.

Her cheeks pinked, her hands moving to cover her eyes. “I wasn’t watching.”

“Willow.” Grasping her fingers, I pulled them away from her face before pinning them to the bed, our hands intertwined. “Baby, you’re allowed to look.” Placing a kiss underneath her ear, I slipped my hands under her top, cupping her tits even through her lacy bra. I brushed my finger over a nipple, enjoying the shudder her body made from the sensation. “Because I’myours.”

Willow squirmed underneath me. “Please,”she pleaded, even if she didn’t know what for. I was happy to oblige. But first—

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I muttered, fumbling with the hem of the sage green sweater she’d pulled on this morning.

“Take them off then,” she agreed, before bringing her mouth back to mine.

We pulled apart long enough for me to whip her sweater off, dropping it on the floor behind me before rolling her leggings off of her legs. Stripped down to her orange polka dot panties and black lace bra, she’d never looked so much likemine.

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