Page 17 of Fortune's Favor

His brows lift and he groans. “All night long.” His mouth comes down on mine and I sigh, my tongue tangling with his. Wildfire shoots up my arms and straight down to my clit which is throbbing wildly.

His hands coast up and down my sides and he pushes me back into the door, lifting me up until I’m pinned between the wood and his big body.

“I can’t wait for you, Gypsy. You’ve been driving me insane since I first saw you.”

He fumbles with his zipper and tugs it down. I pull wildly at my leggings, twisting and contorting myself until he grabs them and rends one whole side and they fall off of one leg. Then hegrabs my panties and gives another almighty tug and I’m bare, my hot pussy cooled by the chill in the air.

Until he pushes his cock up against me and I feel it hit my clit. I moan and wrap my legs tighter around him, my thighs already aching but I don’t give a shit.

My eyes widen when I see his thick length and I lick my lips, lust firing up inside me. My whole body twitches and bends and then he lines his cock up with my wet, hot slit and slams home so hard that stars burst behind my eyes. Pain and pleasure meet and the stretching burn is almost too much. He leans into me and holds me with his body while his hands hold my head steady and his tongue plunders mine, twining together in an erotic mating dance that makes my entire body pulse with hunger.

His head comes up and his dark blue eyes meet mine, his forehead resting against my own. “I love you so much, Gypsy Devine.”

“I love you more, Alex Fortune. But if you don’t move, I’m going to have to kill you,” I mutter.

He laughs and then his hips retreat and thrust into me so hard that the door shakes in the frame. “Faster,” I mutter. “Harder. Don’t stop. You feel so good.” The burning stretch gets hotter and my body tightens, coiling.

He doesn’t stop, his body slamming into me over and over again. Pain ratchets up and he groans under his breath, his hands coming up so that one hand catches my hands and holds them to the door and the other grasps my throat, squeezing lightly. My vision blurs and my body tightens and shudders and then…

“Aaah!” I scream and it’s like the universe slams into me at full speed. Stars and fireworks, supernovas and exploding galaxies all around us and our bodies in the middle of the maelstrom, caught up in it, legs wrapping him, his arms holdingme tight, his steel-hard length pounding into me as he gasps, his face flushed and taut.

Then his hot seed erupts inside me and I can feel the universe expanding around us, like we’ve come up against the end of the galaxy and it’s claimed us.

“Yes, baby, yes!” He jackrabbits a couple more times and then staggers away from the door and falls on the bed, panting, his dark hair wild around his head.

He closes his eyes and I can’t stop smiling.

I wanted my own person for so long and I didn’t think with my gifts it was possible to be surprised by fate.

But this time, fate blew me away in the best way. I found the love of my life and I just know that fate’s got so much good in store for us.

After all, I’ve found my own personal Fortune!

EPILOGUE: ALEX

My wife chants and Artemis stands beside her, her hands on a tiny baby head.

I can’t stop smiling. My daughter. I’ve got a daughter.

Artemis and Gypsy smile at each other and then Gypsy grins at me. “She says her name is Constance.”

“I thought we agreed on Jessica. Jess for short.”

They both shake their heads. “She says her name is Constance. You can’t fight a child as strong as her. She knows what she wants.”

I groan under my breath. “What exactly does that mean, wife?”

She grins cheekily and then smiles down at our newborn. She had the baby at home and Artemis was here to help. She was a freaking goddess. No medicine. No nothing. She just did what she needed to do.

Course she almost broke my hand on one of the contractions but it’s alright. It will heal.

“You know what it means. She’s a strong supernatural. I can feel it on her. So does Artemis.”

I groan under my breath. So now along with boys, I’ve got to worry about random snake demons or whatever else happens to need her help.

“Perfect,” I mutter under my breath.

“She is perfect,” Gypsy says, smiling down at the baby. There’s a soft, content, happy look in her hazel eyes and I can’t look away. She’s breathtaking. More beautiful than any goddess.

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