Page 111 of Magic or Madness

I know exactly what she’s thinking, my ability to read her mind and body like an open book coming in handy, and I give her my most devilish grin, daring her to make a move.

She does, offering her hand out for me to take, and I don’t hesitate, interlocking my fingers with hers, leading us out of the room without another word to Oliver and Cami.

“Come on, Bambi. This is one is all ours,” I say, directing her toward the room across the hall.

Our door is marked for privacy, and I glance at the window, unable to see into the room.

“Ozzy, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I just reacted to the things Cami said to me. I know you told me that I was free to explore, but we never discussed how you’d feel if I did. I don’t want you to think I was doing it behind your back, either, she invited me into the room and things escalated …” I cut her off, placing one finger over her lips, she’s a rambling mess, and I can’t stand to watch her conflict any longer.

“Fallon Morell Mariano, look at me.” I tilt her chin, and for the first time, she looks into my eyes.

“I don’t care about what happened in there. You didn’t do it behind my back, thankfully, you did it in front of a window, and I had a front-row seat. Even if you kissed Cami in an underground bunker, I wouldn’t be upset. Don’t you get it, Fallon? You cannever do anything that would make me love you any less. You could sleep with Cami, fuck each other every single night for all I care, and I’d still tell you that I love you more than life itself. You’re mine, and nothing will change that, no matter how many girls you hook up with. I love you, Fallon, more than all those stars in the sky you were going on about. You’re my world, and it’ll always be that way,my beautiful girl, my Bambi.”

I tuck the stray hairs behind her ear, and wipe the tears that pooled on her cheeks, giving her tiny pieces of intimacy that she loves.

“You mean that?”

I nod, not interested in using our words anymore. I take her face in my hands, gently kissing her lips until she lets me all the way in, our kiss turning rough instantly.

Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carry her to the bed, easing her down gently, and climbing on top of her.

I break our kiss, sitting up on her legs, and marveling at her beauty.

Her lips are slightly puffy from our kiss, and her hair is messy, framing her face and falling out of the ponytail.

My eyes roam her body, and a sudden fierceness takes over, the realization hitting me thatI wasn’t the last person to touch her.

An internal force takes over, the desire to claim my woman back so strong it feels almostprimal. I’m reduced to nothing but an animal, ready to re-mark my territory, and remind Fallon exactly who she belongs to.

“Ozzy, I need you,” she whispers, and I groan, raking my hands through my hair.

“I need you, too, Bambi,” I say softly, her eyes lighting up at my words.

She sits up slowly, lifting the shirt over my head, trailing soft kisses across my chest.

She pauses at the B carved into my skin, and bites her lip while she traces the letter, her mind clearly flashing back to the night we did the blood oath.

She continues kissing my body, making her way lower until her hands begin fumbling with my belt buckle.

“Fallon, it’s your birthday.” I slow her down, but she shakes her head, the stubbornness she holds onto taking complete control.

“You’ve done enough for me today, Ozzy. It’s my turn,” she purrs, and I close my eyes, letting her take what she wants.

I lean back on my hands, giving her full access to do what she pleases, and I watch as she lowers my jeans and boxers, revealing my already hard cock.

She runs her hand down my length slowly, almost as if she’s teasing me, and I tilt her chin, placing a quick kiss on her lips.

“Don’t go easy on me, Bambi,” I warn, and her cheeks flush a shade of pink as she wraps her mouth around my tip.

I let out a breath, already overwhelmed by the sensation, but she takes it dreadfully slow, teasing me with her tongue, and purposefully driving me wild.

Finally, she takes more of me into her mouth, her saliva coating my cock and she opens her throat, diving down as far as she can.

I grab her ponytail, encouraging her pace, and push her a little further than her usual limit, feeling her moan around my cock.

“Jesus Christ, Bambi. Your throat feels so fucking good,” I groan, watching as she spreads her legs, attempting to touch herself.

She chokes a little, and I release her hair, letting her come up if she needs to.

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