Page 42 of Haunted Heart
“I’m certain Lust would show me you and no one else.”
Julia kisses me once more and then shifts up to press her lips to mine. I grind myself against the hard column of her leg, forcing myself not to try to turn her onto her back.
“Are you fighting me? Or yourself?” she asks as she takes hold of my wrists.
Her grip is tight, her teeth on my neck sharp, and I wriggle against the weight of her hips. I’m not trying to get away. I wantmore.I’m always going to want more.
But I won’t take it.
“Too many people have taken from you… I only want to give.”
He smiles and shakes her head at me. “Oh, you’ll take.”
She chuckles as she kisses me, and I gasp when her fingers find me again, sliding through the wetness her mouth left behind and delving inside of me.
“We’ll both take and we’ll both give and I have no doubt the scales will always balance.” She moves over me, her smile even sharper than it was before. “But this time, I think I’ll give you what you want… what you need.”
She presses forward with her fingers, catching my lips in a kiss before I can argue with her.
I savor that kiss while she works herself inside of me, two fingers, then three, then…
My eyes fly wide, and she smiles at me, even though she doesn’t draw back from that kiss.
The pressure the… perfection.
I moan against her mouth and tighten around her as she presses her whole hand inside of me.
I fight for my breath when she leaves me, moving so that her lips can toy with my clit as she continues to work her fist into me.
“Before,” I say, shivering and shuddering at the sharp pleasure her lips pull from my clit, “I had thought to myself that I wanted youinsideme. Can you hear my thoughts?”
“No… but I think I know what you want.”
She stretches and fills me, and I hold myself as still as I can until the pressure is too great, the pleasure too sharp. I thrash, a cry ripping from my throat. It feels like the whole house shakes around me as my orgasm tries to rip me apart.
Julia’s soft laughter is the only sound I can hear over my own heartbeat.
Joy… That is what I want for her.
That’s what I want forus.
When my heart slows and my breathing settles, Julia eases herself from me and lies at my side, nose brushing mine. She kisses my lips, my chin, my nose…
“I’d like to be your anchor,” I murmur in the softness that cocoons us.
“I’d like that too.”
She looks down through the bed and the floor. “The spell requires my heart.”
“So… to the cellar?”
She nods.
“I’ll meet you there.”
I pull on my clothes, things that would make sense for starting to actually make her house a place I could live—not just linger—so the jeans have holes, the t-shirt is from a high school spirit week celebration, years ago. Both of them have paint on them.
I look like I’m ready to get down to business.
