Page 67 of Cursed Touch
Mia still left him uneasy, mostly because he did not know her. Carter didn’t trust easily, and it seemed something new was often being thrown his way as of late. His family alone had nearly doubled in size in the last year.
“Carter?” Vanessa called. From her tone, he realized it was not for the first time.
“Hmm?”
She rose to an elbow and looked down at him. Her hair stuck up this way and that in a sexy post-sex mess. “I asked if this changed anything?”
With her post-orgasm haze no longer evident in her eyes, he sensed her worry. “If being part nymph changed anything between us, you mean?”
Her nod was barely perceptible as she chewed on the inside of her cheek.
Carter cupped her face and smiled. “It doesn’t change a damn thing. You belong to me, and I belong to you, sweetheart. You could sprout horns and I’d still love you—”
His words slipped free on their own accord, leaving him skating on uneven ground. Her eyes widened, and her next words surprised him.
“I’m going to sprout horns?”
All nerves from his confession vanished at the incredulous look on her face, and he burst into laughter. Vanessa smacked him in the shoulder, hard, her angry eyes staring at him.
“Don’t laugh at me! I know barely anything about nymphs, and—”
He pushed up and kissed the words from her mouth. “Did you not hear everything I said?”
“Yes, you said I could sprout horns and you’d still lo—” Her mouth formed a cute little O. “You love me?”
He chuckled at her incredulous tone. “I do, very much.”
Carter barely got the words out before she climbed atop him and took his mouth in a searing kiss. He moved his hands from her hips up her sides as his dick stirred to life. It was impossible not to react to her sex, warm and wet, pressed against his cock.
Vanessa broke their kiss and peered down to where their bodies met. “Again?”
Carter thrust his hips. “You’re the one who climbed on top, sweetheart.”
Her giggle wrapped around his heart and squeezed. The woman turned him into a lovesick puppy. He would never admit it to anyone, but behind closed doors, when it was just the two of them, he knew it was the truth.
Only Carter and Vanessa mattered—not their families, magic, or whatever supernatural being was creating plans to find her. It was just the two of them. If he could live within the bubble they created when they crawled into bed, he would.
“What did you expect when you told me you love me?” she asked.
He chuckled when she rolled her eyes. “Your undying love to be honest, but I’ll take whatever you’re offering,” he said, running his now-hard length through her folds.
Vanessa moaned as she arched. Her head lolled back, and her breasts pushed toward him. “I think I’ve loved you since the moment we touched.”
Her words washed over him in a caress. He was barely able to focus yet eager to make love to her now that the whole truth had been laid bare. Carter made quick work of the second condom within reach. Fully sheathed, he lifted her hips and brought her down onto him.
It was quick but raw. They professed their love with their bodies as they each spoke the words over and over again. He thought sex with Vanessa had been intense before, but he was wrong.
Their orgasms ripped through them. Gasping for breath and slick with sweat, he struggled to form a single thought past the need to make her his in every way. Carter bit his tongue, afraid to ruin the moment with a rushed proposal. He did not think Vanessa would be as quick as him to agree to a handfasting.
He set the thought aside. Now knowing it was his end goal, he had plenty of time to perfect whatever plans he could concoct.
“Wow.” Vanessa panted and became limp in his arms. “I didn’t think that could get any better.”
Carter kissed her head and pat the hair down from tickling his face. “Everything with you is better.”
A little giggle rumbled against his chest from hers before her breaths became even. He wondered if she even cared their bodies were still connected. Carter had no intention of rushing them apart. He was exactly where he belonged.
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