Page 82 of Wickedly Yours

My magic wrapped around her like a caress, invisible hands running over her body, teasing her nipples, a brush over her clit—and then she shattered, glowing brighter than all the stars in the night sky.

Fuck, if that wasn’t satisfying. To know that I could do that to her. To know that she did the same thing to me.

“That’s my girl,” I said against her forehead, continuing to fuck her through it. “My wife. My queen. My mate.”

Her hand splayed over her abdomen. “Fill me up, my mate,” she begged. “I want your cum.”

Fuck. Hearing those words from her lips was almost too much. I leaned down, taking her mouth with mine.

“Does my little wife want me to breed her?”

Kissing her again, our tongues meeting in an endless warof pleasure, and I was lost to the sensation. The feeling of her tight cunt milking my cock. Begging me for it.

Lightningcrackled outside, the thunder shaking the room as I roared my release, emptying inside of her, painting her womb with my cum.

Rolling her onto our sides, I shifted our positions so that I wouldn’t crush her with my weight, my wings folding behind me.

She blinked, looking out the window. “Did we just…”

I smirked, kissing her softly. My body was still wrapped around hers. “Looks like we need to see what those powers of yours can do, hm?”

“Maybe tomorrow.” She yawned.

I moved to pull out, but Luna tightened her legs around my waist, keeping me in place. “Can we just stay here like this?” Her words were a soft murmur as she nestled into my arms.

We were a boneless, sweaty mess, but I couldn’t complain. She peeked up at me, those big green eyes, and fuck. I was a goner.

Because I had the girl—right where I wanted her.

My cock was already hardening again inside of her, but I burrowed my face in her neck, inhaling her citrusy, floral scent. Lemon and lavender. I couldn’t get enough of it. It soothed me down to my soul.

She took every jagged edge of me and made me want to be whole. Forher.

And I wanted—Fuck, I wantedeverything.

With her. Always with her.

Even if I knew I didn’t deserve it.

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My fingers ran over the bite mark he’d left behind. It almost felt like I could see the bond between us, that shimmering cord of moonlit silk.

Mates.Maybe I’d known all along, but I’d been in denial. Because how could a man this powerful—this wonderful—be my soulmate? He was a prince, ademon, and I was just… a witch who didn’t even know how to control her powers.

Mymagic.I could feel it thrumming through my veins, even now. Letting Zain mark me, dropping my barriers—it had unlocked something inside of me. That much, I was sure of.

Maybe I could move forward now—to find out who I was. What I was made for.

My wife. My queen. My mate.I was all of those things, but also I was still me. Luna Clarke,daughter of witches. Baker. Hopeless romantic. Avid reader.

I would learn to love this part of me, too.

Just like I was learning to love him.

Though maybe I’d never needed to learn. There was always a part of me that knew—from the moment I’d met him at the bar, and we’d lain side by side together in the grassunder the stars—that if I let him into my life, I could love him.

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