Page 50 of Curses and Cauldrons

“I’ve dreamed about this.”

Josephine reaches for me, pulling me back down on top of her. “It’s not a dream.”

I’m still not sure it isn’t. I slide my hand down her stomach, not stopping until I run a finger between her thighs.

“Love the feel of your skin. Love how fucking wet you are for me.”

Josephine groans, her hand slipping between us to wrap around my cock. “Please. I need you.”

My skin is on fire, and I feel slightly mad. I want to run my tongue all over her pussy, fuck her hard into the bed, and then do it all over again.

“I’ll take care of you,” I murmur, sliding down her body. Her legs fall apart, and I settle between them. Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I pull her into my face before dragging my tongue up her seam. Josephine moans, and I lose any sliver of control I was clinging to. I lap hungrily, soaking up her taste andthe gasping sounds falling from her lips. Her hips buck, and her body twists. I know she’s close, but I don’t want her to come like this. I want to be deep inside her, feeling the squeeze of her body around me.

I slide up her body, taking in the dazed expression on her face with a smug grin. Josephine tugs my head down, kissing me until my fingers and toes are buzzing. My magic thrums under my skin in time with my heartbeat. The powerful hum of Josephine’s power intertwines with mine and I let out a low, desperate sound. I line up my cock, and sink into her with one long press. I try to keep the pace slow, letting her body adjust to the feel of me, but Josephine’s hands travel down my back, pushing at me.

“Move,” she demands on a throaty laugh.

“Just making sure you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.” She gasps as I thrust my hips, driving into her. I pull out and repeat the movement, gritting my teeth to keep from coming already.

“More,” Josephine moans into my ear. Her teeth sink into my shoulder, and then her tongue soothes the mark.

I growl, my hips snapping, pounding into her, eliciting cries of pleasure. The magic in my chest burns brightly, and I gasp at the feeling of Josephine’s magic weaving into mine. The sensation is stunning, and I don’t know what feels better. How our magic dances or the tight heat of her body taking all of me.

“Roman. I’m going to…” Josephine’s back arches, and she shatters.

I keep thrusting, grinding deeper as her body pulses around my cock. Nothing has ever felt this good. My body is shaking as my rhythm falters. I push in one more time with a groan. My orgasm barrels through me, ripping apart everything I thought I knew about myself until I’m left adrift with no idea who I’ve become.

The northern lights glow and pulse outside, but the real wonder is the woman beneath me.

25

JOSEPHINE

I’ve lost track of how long Roman’s been holding me. My back is pressed to his chest and his arms are wrapped around me. I’ve never been more relaxed or content in my life. My stomach lets out a loud grumble and Roman chuckles.

“Hungry?”

“I barely ate a piece of fruit before I was whisked away.”

Roman quickly untangles our bodies and jumps out of bed. I shiver at the sudden absence of warmth. He hops on one foot as he yanks on his pants and then darts out of the room without bothering to button them.

“Where are you going?” I call after him, scrambling out of the bed. Our clothes are scattered around the room, and I have no idea where my underwear or, hell, even my shirt is. I find Roman’s shirt dangling off a chair and tug it on. Just when I’m about to see where he’s gone, he reappears in the doorway with the canvas bag in one hand and the bottle of wine in another.

“Let’s move this picnic to the bed.”

I scramble back to the bed and slip my legs back under the covers. Roman drops the bag on the bed, and eyes his shirt, a hint of a grin on his lips.

“I like the way that looks on you.”

I pluck at the neck, a little self-conscious, which is idiotic considering everything Roman and I just did. “I don’t know where mine went.” Roman hums and snatches a sweatshirt off the ground, leaving it unzipped and so much tantalizing, sculpted muscle on display. He holds out the wine to me while he fishes around for another glass.

“Don’t bother.” I take a drink straight from the bottle.

Roman joins me on the bed, both of our backs pressed against the headboard. He opens up the containers, handing the strawberries over to me. He snatches the wine from my hand and takes a long drink.

My magic has settled down from earlier, but it’s still glowing in my chest more warmly than usual. I’ve never been with another witch before. It’s possible this is completely normal. Or what if the reason my magic keeps going supernova is the same reason I can touch Roman? I pop a blueberry in my mouth to keep from asking Roman if his magic is acting just as strangely. Because what if it isn’t? What if this whole thing between us is because I mute his curse and am therefore his only option. What if I’m a stand in until someone better comes along. Someone who’s beautiful like Roman, and with more confidence than me.

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