Page 41 of Haunted Heart
She turns to shift over top of me, sinking through the blankets as if they aren’t there.
The cotton sheet still tangles around my legs, and she doesn’t argue with me when I kick it away.
She brushes my hair back from my forehead, gaze wandering over my face. “I’ve lain beside you in this bed a dozen times before, wishing I could simply touch you… I would have been happy simply to hold your hand.”
I lace my fingers in hers. “You can hold my hand any time you like.”
Her lips brush the back of it. “I’m yours and you’re mine, aren’t you, Genevieve?”
“Yes.” I slip my fingers through her hair, behind her neck, and pull her down to me. “I’ve been yours for a while.”
When I kiss her, she seems to sigh with her whole body, easing more weight onto me. I free my hand from hers, wrapping my other arm around her waist so that I can clutch her tighter.
Ineedher.
I want her.
There’s an urgency within me that has nothing to do with anything outside of us.
The rest of the world could have been sucked to Hell… I’m not going after them. I’m not going anywhere when I have Julia like this.
She kisses me like she needs me, too. Desperate and deep.
Both of us have longed for too long.
“Let me give you my heart, Julia.”
I whimper when she slips away from me, but the disappointment is short lived. I help her drag my pajama pants down my legs, and I pull my shirt off, tossing them aside.
She hovers over me, looking her fill. I lick my lips… waiting, wanting…
“Let me be your anchor.”
When I reach for her, she sinks down to me, but she spreads my legs again, sharp fingers directing my thighs as she opens me for her.
“I want to be yours. I want to haunt you.” She kisses my knee and sighs against my skin. “But first… no spell for other people. This time, just us.”
I nod, biting my lip. “Just us.”
She smiles, her teeth still sharp, and descends on me.
I grab her head on a gasp, but I don’t try to take control from her.
What was rushed before is now languid. I bite my tongue as she takes her time, exploring me with her mouth.
She makes me writhe, and I prop myself up on my elbows so that I can watch her, meeting her dark eyes as she takes what she wants from me.
The leisurely way in which her tongue works makes me want to weep and beg, but I only let one whimper go free.
When her eyes flutter closed and her grip tightens on my thighs, I have to drop my head back and screw my eyes shut.
Demands clog the back of my throat.More… Now… Please…
But I don’t let them free.
Nothing passes my lips until that need and pleasure coil into a tight point inside my belly, and I come, hands twisting in the sheets as it courses through me.
Julia laughs, her breath fluttering against my damp skin. “Perhaps the next time I go to hell, it will be Gluttony that tugs at me.”
