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Christa rolled into her, fucking her clit against Wanda’s, soaking in every whimper and cry. “That’s it, my love, let me hear you. Let me hear how much you want me to fuck you.”

Her body jerked against Christa’s as Wanda came, her whole body arched up, hung suspended as come soaked Christa, and triggered her own orgasm. It railroaded her as she clung to Wanda, the tremors of pleasure stealing her breath.

How long her body shook with the aftereffects, Christa had no idea, but her skin had cooled, and she could no longer support herself with her trembling limbs. Carefully moving back, Christa lay down at Wanda’s side, then, using the last of her energy, lifted Wanda on top of her.

She tucked Wanda’s curls behind her ear, exposing flushed skin and a serene expression.You are my world.Christa kissed the tip of Wanda’s nose as her eyelids fluttered open. “Sleep, I’ll watch over you.”

Wanda curled a hand into Christa’s hair and tucked her face into her neck in a move that flooded Christa with so many emotions. “I know, beloved,” she slurred, her eyes closing, “you are my world, too.”

Chapter Nineteen

Wanda

Wanda woke early, heavy-limbed, and with a wonderful sense of contentment running through her. For a moment, she could almost believe that her panic attack had never happened. Only ithad, and Christa had made a promise to Wanda. Did she really mean it?

Wanda, now without her thoughts clouded with desire, couldn’t see how Christa could make such a promise. To look at the woman sleeping beside, her arm wrapped around Wanda’s waist as they lay facing each other, she didn’t doubt that Christa had meant it, at the time. The hours Christa had spent cherishing every inch of her until she’d lost count of how many times she’d brought her to climax, was about making her forget. And for a short time, Wanda had.

She spoke the truth.The whisper from her trees drew her attention.

I know she believes it.

But you do not?

Wanda sighed at the feeling of disappointment that came from her girls.I want to, but she has a life beyond the forest. A family in the demon realm she will wish to see. To spend time with.

They will come here.

Wanda’s heart leapt at the possibility of that.Is it that simple? I… I would not want anyone else to come inside my trees.

It can be simple. You have a home close by.

Wanda frowned and considered if that was an actual option.It is derelict.

Christa has the power to change that.

“Your mind is very busy this morning, my love,” Christa murmured sleepily.

So focused on the trees, she hadn’t noticed Christa watching her.“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Christa kissed her softly, the hint of peach sweetness lingered from the meal they’d eaten before falling asleep. “I don’t mind.” She nuzzled along her jaw to her ear, a hand pushing the hair away to reveal the sensitive skin behind it. She placed a kiss on her madly beating pulse. “Talk to me.”

Wanda sighed in pleasure at the tongue stroking over her skin and struggled to think. “I don’t know… how you can keep your promise.”

The tongue disappeared, and Christa pulled back to give Wanda a look that came with a feeling that Wanda didn’t know how to interrupt. “I would never make a promise I could not keep.”

Hurt.

She had hurt Christa with her lack of faith. Yet Wanda couldn’t just set aside the reality of such a promise. “I believe you.” She ran her fingers over Christa’s cheek. The softness of her skinbelied the warrior inside.My warrior.“But you have a family in the demon realm, friends I expect, too. I can’t ask you to—”

“Wanda, you don’t need to ask. We can build a life here. Together.” Christa’s hand came up and cupped the back of Wanda’s. “I was going to talk to you about the—”

“House,” Wanda finished, her lips quirking up, suspecting her trees had picked up Christa’s intentions to talk about the house and fed them to her on purpose.

“Yes. I went down through the orchard to look at it. I wanted to see what was inside.”

Her brows arched in wonder. “You did? When?” Wanda had no recollection of Christa leaving her alone.

“Yes, a few days back while you were sleeping one morning. I could see you the whole time, my love, and your trees kept watch for me, too.” There was hope coming from Christa and Wanda clung to it. Clung to the idea that whatever was coming, they would find a middle ground. “It’s got so much potential.”

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