Page 85 of Cursed
“You do!”
“Yes.”
“Why weren’t they with us before—in the bedroom?”
“Because they were waiting for me to accept you—all of you,” she whispered, knowing it was the truth.
She expected him to look relieved. Instead, his features clouded. “You’re sure this isn’t just for them?”
“Of course, I’m sure. This is for us. But they want to be here, too,” she answered. “They want to share in what we’ve found together. Don’t ask me how I know all that. I just do.”
He nodded gravely, then leaned toward her, raining small kisses over her face, her shoulders, her breasts.
“Andre, please. I need you.”
“Not yet, chere. Don’t deny me the pleasure of touching you—kissing you.”
He didn’t give her a chance to argue. He stopped her words with his lips on hers as his hand slid down her body and dipped into her most sensitive flesh.
Her hips moving restlessly as he brought her up to an almost unbearable level of desire. She reached down to clasp his erection with her hand, drawing a sharp exclamation from him.
“Please, now,” she begged again. “Do it now. Don’t make me wait another hundred years.”
“God, no.” he gave her a long, lingering kiss, then moved over her, stroking his wonderfully hard shaft against her before cupping her hips, lifting her as he drove forward and into her.
“Andre!” She called his name as he began to move within her, then kept pace with him as he quickened the tempo.
They were Andre and Morgan.
Andre and Linette—the lovers who had waited so long for their fulfillment.
When he angled his hips, she came undone for him, orgasm taking her in a soul-shattering explosion of pleasure.
Above her, he cried out, following her over the edge into ecstasy.
She drifted back to earth in his arms, stroking the damp skin of his back and shoulders, then kissing his cheek.
She clung to him for long moments. Her voice strong as she said, “It’s over. The curse is over.”
He didn’t answer as he moved to her side. When he tried to shift away from her, she kept him close.
Raising his head, he looked at her. “You’re forgetting about Yvonne.”
“No, I’m not.” She can’t hurt us.”
“She doesn’t fight fair,” he murmured.
“She has to—now. Because loving you gives me the strength to defeat her. I didn’t understand that a while ago. I understand it now.”
He looked stunned, and she gave him a reassuring smile.
“You can’t quite believe you’ve found a woman who can freely love you. But you will,” she said, reaching down to knit her fingers with his. “It’s over. Your life is going to change now.”
“How do you know it’s over?” he asked, his voice grating, and she realized he couldn’t yet alter the way he thought of himself.
She moved her head against his shoulder. “Because love changes everything.”
As if in response to her words, something flickered at the edge of her vision. When she looked up, she gasped.
