Page 101 of The Curse of Redwood
I never knew what love was before Zeke. I had never known true heartbreak either.
And now I knew both.
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Zeke’s hair was all around me as we rolled around in his bed. His cock pumped into me, slow and deep, and his cool hand found mine, linking our fingers.
As soon as everyone had left that day, I’d played a quick game of hide and seek with William, and then Zeke had carried me to his room and we’d torn at each other’s clothes like animals, desperate to satiate our lust. But when we’d come together, we stopped rushing and let ourselves fully enjoy each other. Kisses softened, became more tender, and every touch was an unspokenI love you.
“Harder,” I moaned, clawing his back with one hand and squeezing his fingers with the other. Sweat dripped down my back and dampened my hair. We’d been at it for a while, going so long before rolling over and repositioning—me on top, me on my side, and now him on top of me.
“Come for me, little dove,” Zeke grunted, before nibbling my neck. His thrusts quickened. “I feel your muscles quaking.”
My voice went hoarse as I cried out. As my orgasm hit, I kissed him hard on the mouth and rolled my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. We’d had sex too many times to count, but each time never failed to leave me a blithering mess.
“I want to spend forever inside you,” he said, breaking from the kiss. “To please you as no other man has before.”
“You’ve already done that,” I panted, knotting my fingers in his long hair and yanking his head back. He smirked down at me before his brow creased and his lips parted with a soft moan. I smiled. “That’s it, baby. Come.”
The headboard banged against the wall as Zeke took me harder. I raised up and bit his Adam’s apple, loving the rumble of his moan against my lips. He bucked into me and growled like a goddamn beast as he came. It was so fucking hot I nearly shot my load a second time. The hold on his form slipped a little, and his body flickered like static.
“Don’t disappear while you’re still inside me,” I said, laughing.
He echoed my laugh and stopped flickering. His hand moved to the side of my neck as he lowered his face for a soft kiss.
How many more kisses would we be allowed to have? My lips trembled against his.
“Do not think on it now,” Zeke whispered, somehow knowing my thoughts. “We are together now. Let’s not waste the time we have by worrying about the future.”
“The very near future,” I said. “If Philip doesn’t take me from you, then the person who moves in here will.”
“Philip won’t take you from me,” he growled, holding my face tighter. “I will not allow it. I will banish him myself if I must.”
“But you love him.”
“I do.” Zeke ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “But the Philip I love is dead. The part of him left behind is nothing more than a twisted version of who he used to be. And I’d be damned if I let him hurt you more than he already has.” He kissed my forehead before rolling to his side and tugging me to his chest. “Let us not speak on it anymore tonight.”
I nodded and closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of his arms around me. He once said that I grounded him… and he did the same for me.
“Ugh,” I said, lifting my head. “Nature calls. And I was comfortable too.”
A raspy laugh left him as he released me from his arms. “Oh, to be human again. I can always find you a chamber pot.”
“Ew. No.” I slid off the bed and pulled on my boxers. The only occupants in the mansion were ghosts, but I didn’t want to go around flashing my junk everywhere. “Be right back. Gonna take a leak off the back porch.”
“You’re going to walk all the way downstairs at this hour?”
I stopped before I reached the door. When I turned around to glare at him, he was smirking. The devil.
“You could always come with me,” I suggested, then fluttered my lashes at him. “Please? My baby, the light of my life, protect me from the ghosts.”
“Hmm. Why should I?”
“Because you adore me? Please, my sugarplum-Legolas-lookalike-sexy-elf-man.”
He cocked his head. “You think I look like Legolas?” He shrugged. “I’ll take it.The Lord of the Ringstrilogy is a favorite of mine to read.”
“It’s your long, pretty hair,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows. “And fine. Lie there with the sheet barely covering your beautiful cock, and I’ll be right back.”
