Page 49 of Haunted Hearts

“Oh hell, Brock,” Willow’s voice drifts around the small space. “Y-you’re working magic, honey.”

I chuckle against her pussy but don’t stop finger fucking and eating out the woman sitting in front of me. She may have four other men who also please her, but I won’t let her forget about me. She’s in my world now. Inmylife. I want Willow to crave my touch, just as I do hers.

Willow’s hips gyrate against my face, her breathing coming in short gasps. Her hand goes to my hair where she takes a handful of dreadlocks and uses them to guide my face. The arousal I’m lapping up comes out faster. I insert a third finger and suck on her clit.

Willow’s harsh whimper and the hard jerk of her hips causes my dick to twitch with excitement. I force my own desire under control. Right now, it's not about me. This is about finally having my woman in my grasp. I won’t sully the moment by taking her body with my own. I won’t rush what’s meant to be.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to appreciate devouring Willow now.

As Willow’s legs begin to tremble and her breathing stalls in her throat, I know I’m close to the end. A few more circles over her clit with my tongue and the curling of my fingers brings her over the edge.

“Brock!”

My name echoes around the small space, repeated softly over and over again as she rides my face.

Hot damn… I don’t stop feasting until her body sags. I pull away from between her legs to find Willow with her back against the stone, laying limp in front of me.

“My name on your lips sounds even better than I imagined, baby girl.”

Willow chuckles before sitting back up. Her eyes twinkle in the dim light of the room. “Hmm, I wonder what my name will sound like on yours…”

Her eyes drift to my very obvious erection. Grinning, I reach forward and take Willow’s hands and tug slightly. She allows herself to be pulled into the water. When I pull my mate closer, her arms slide around my neck and her body presses against mine.

“Another time,” I assure her.

One perfectly arched brow raises in question.

“I didn’t bring you here for myself. I brought you here to find solace,” I pause to grin. “But don’t worry, we have the rest of our second lives together to enjoy one another.”

Willow’s brows come together hesitantly as she studies my face. Does she not believe me? Do her guys usually demand attention after they’ve pleasured her? No, they couldn’t be that greedy. I’m sure they put her first. The thought of Willow tangled up in the limbs of the others causes a well of bitterness to bubble up in my chest. With a steadying breath, I force it back down before it can consume me.

Finally, Willow’s expression softens in acceptance. She leans forward and I meet her halfway, kissing her thoroughly. When she pulls away, Willow smiles.

“It’s so quiet in here,” Willow murmurs before letting out a content sigh. Her body leans heavily into me.

“Isn’t it nice? It’s a great place to find some inner peace,” I shrug. “Heaven knows you deserve some.”

Willow’s smile slips, “You think so?”

“You don’t?” I counter, daring her to object.

Willow’s smile disappears altogether as she finally breaks eye contact. Her attention shifts to study the room.

“I don’t know, maybe? This last month has been crazy, I guess.”

I snort.

“That’s a strange way to put it. Seemed like utter chaos every time I saw you.”

Her eyes land on me. “You only caught glimpses of my life. There were some good times.”

I say nothing to this. How she can find a silver lining within that last month is beyond me. My skepticism must be obvious because Willow’s smile returns softly. Her hands come up and rest on my chest. I can’t stop the tremor that runs through me.

“If Fulton hadn’t messed with the Realm of the Dead, causing the Veil to remain shut, would we have met?” she asks me, her eyes searching my face.

With utter certainty I tell her, “Fate would have brought us together.”

Willow shrugs, “Maybe. How long does it take for soulmates to finally find each other once both souls are here?”

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