Page 27 of Magic and Matrimony

With a groan, I suck on the lobe of her ear and then nip at the flesh below it. Our bodies rock together in a primal conversation as old as time.

“We have an agreement,” Piper says shakily, but she’s raking her nails down my back, pulling me to her. The only way I could be closer is if I were inside her.

“I said I wouldn’t fuck you or anyone else for three months. There are other things we can do, Piper.”

I suck on the skin of her throat, and her groan reverberates through my body. She’s trembling.

“I won’t do anything unless you say it’s okay.” I slide a hand up her side and cup her full breast. Damn, I want to bury my face in between her tits.

“Okay. Yes,” she pants, and that’s all the permission I need.

I pull her into her room since it’s closest and over to the bed. I practically tear her shirt in my desperation to see her. To touch and taste her. Her breasts are perfectly displayed in a lace bra, and I groan.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

I bury my face in her tits. Piper moans as I tug down her bra and suck her nipple into my mouth. Dropping to my knees, I unbutton her pants, and she lifts one leg, then the other, so I can toss them away. I stare up at her, her eyes soft and a little dazed as she looks at me. Her hands rest on my shoulders, like she needs help balancing. I grin up at her. She’d better hold on.

Giving her enough time to protest, I slowly slide her panties down, pressing kisses to her stomach, her hip. I drag my hand up her leg, hooking it behind the knee and settling it on my shoulder. Piper does a little hop, but I grasp her ass and hold her in place.

“Stay still.” I chuckle and then lean down and circle her clit with my tongue. Piper’s breath hitches and her hand lands on the back of my head. I swirl my tongue, pulling her against my face and holding her tight while she moans loudly. I groan into her pussy, my dick straining against my fly. I’m so fucking hard I could probably come with one pump of my fist, but this is about Piper. I want her to dissolve into a puddle of pleasure.

When her hips move against my face, I increase the pressure of my tongue, sucking and flicking until her body is shaking and she’s making the hottest noises I’ve ever heard.

“Ambrose,” she cries out, her body folding over me as she falls apart on my mouth.

I press one more kiss on her hip and lift her body onto the bed.

Piper is twitching as I kiss my way across her stomach and up to her full breasts. Her hand falls away from my hair and she makes a low moan that sounds off. The hair on the back ofmy neck rises, and I drag my mouth away from her skin. Her tremors have turned into full body shakes.

“Piper?” I shift up her body to look at her face. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are squeezed tight. All the color has leached out of her skin. Panic sears through me. She looks like a corpse. I cup her cheek and her skin is clammy.

“Piper?” When she opens her eyes, they’re glazed. There’s one second of relief until I realize it’s as though she can’t see me, despite the fact that I’m only inches from her face.

“My curse,” she breathes out, shuddering. Even that seems to hurt her.

“The one from your dad?” Did I command her to do something? Is she fighting to throw off something I told her to do?

“No. The Briar Witch curse.”

Her family curse. That’s what this is.

Piper curls up onto her side. She looks so vulnerable, naked in the big bed. I stand up and head to the closet to find her some clothes. I grab a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and rush back out into the room. “What do you need? What can I do?”

Piper’s teeth are chattering now. She clenches them together so she can speak. “Nothing.”

“Here, let me help.” I lift her up to pull on her sweatshirt and manage to do something I’ve never done before, which is to put a pair of pants on a woman instead of taking them off.

I grab the comforter and pull it up to Piper's chin and then stand there, like an idiot.

“What is this?”

“It’s like the worst case of the flu you’ve ever had.” Piper gasps as tremors wreck her body. I drag my hand through my hair watching helplessly.

“I’ll be right back.” I dart out of the room, pulling my phone out as I head downstairs. Where am I going? Why is this house so fucking big?

I don’t care how late it is. I call Bram. His phone rings and rings. Bastard probably doesn’t even have it on. Or he’s passed out. Fuck. Why don’t I have any of Piper’s friend’s phone numbers? I try Roman next, and he answers after a fucking eternity.

“What? I’m sleeping.”

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