Page 42 of My Hexed Honeymoon

Every move feels like discovering electricity, shedding light on previously undiscovered realms of pleasure I want to visit again and again. His desire fuels mine, which fuels his, which fuels mine.

“Touch me,” I whisper. “Like you did earlier.”

He reaches between us and finds my clit, and then my vision and hearing come in snippets of his pecs and bulging biceps and grunts and groans.

“That’s it,” he says, his praise sending me soaring higher. “You’re fucking gorgeous, all naked and needy for me.”

He shifts back on his heels the tiniest bit, changing up the angle of his thrusts while increasing the pressure of his circling fingers.

“You ready, baby?” he asks, and I nod, despite not being totally sure what he’s asking.

My eyelashes flutter closed as that euphoric pressure builds to a head…

And bursts.

My muscles lock around him, increasing the deluge of pleasure. I cry out as my orgasm dashes through my entire body, clinging to Diego as the tidal wave pulls me under and he buries his face in my neck.

I feel his hot, panted breaths against my damp skin, and then he pistons his hips faster, driving into me one last time, all the way to the hilt.

With a growl, he empties himself into me, his hips bucking with the aftershocks.

I’m a warm, melted pile of skin and bones, in a sleeping bag with a hulking werewolf who curls me to his big body.

We lie like that for several minutes, the bond thrumming between us like a heartbeat. But there beneath the magic and contentedness, a string in my chest tugs, attempting to attach itself to a guy more dangerous than any vampire army—at least to me, anyway. In record time, Diego De la Cruz has torn through every defense I’ve ever built.

I’m afraid I’ve landed in werewolf quicksand, and it’s only a matter of time before I’m in over my head.

CHAPTER TWENTY

As we pack up camp,there’s a chill in the morning air, but all I have to do to warm up is look over at Diego.

Then I’m reliving how he moved against me, inside me. His warmth, his weight, our pleasure echoing through both of us, amplified by the bond.

I thought it was powerful before, but it’s grown new roots overnight. Deep, insistent roots that’ve entwined my organs and attuned all my senses to him.

It’s incredible, and at the same time, it terrifies me.

He’s rolled up our sleeping bags and tent and is shoving everything in that humongous backpack he carries with ease. I gave it a tug on my way to extinguish the fire we made for this morning’s breakfast, and I couldn’t even get it to budge.

Much like the dew that feeds the pulsating plants around us, I’m refreshed and perkier than I’ve been in years.

I have a renewed sense of purpose that I’m afraid will only be ripped away, leaving me wondering once again if it’s better to build walls or enjoy it while it lasts.

After wiping down the mugs we used for our coffee, I roll them in the cloth and hand them to Diego so he can pile them in his backpack with most everything else.

“Thank you,” he says, letting his fingers drag over mine as he takes it.

Our conversations since unzipping the tent and stepping into the chilly air to prepare for our final day of hiking have been short and concise. Simple, common phrases, like we’re both afraid to say more and break the spell.

Like we didn’t spend the night intimately getting to know each other’s bodies.

We didn’t just release all our built-up sexual tension; we obliterated it. Even with our backs turned, I feel him, that string of magic that connects us constantly pulsing, undeniably stronger than before.

Suddenly his head jerks up, his entire body on alert.

Panic shoots through me, raising my blood pressure along with it. Then it hits me, it’s probably just?—

“Well, well, well.” Our vampire companion materializes at my side, and then Diego is there between us, throwing an arm out as if I need protecting. Naturally, it only amuses Riven, who waggles their pale eyebrows. “Happy to have accommodated a romantic evening under the stars. Even happier you two took advantage of it.”

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