Page 63 of Woven Souls

I lean down and kiss her.

As I press my lips against hers, the rest of the weight tumbles off my shoulders and disappears. Willow hesitates briefly, her body stiffening in surprise. But I don’t relent. A moment later, I’m rewarded with a soft sigh as she leans into the kiss.

My body trembles with relief as my self-doubt and deprivation fades away. Not completely. They still linger in the recesses of my mind, but they’re so quiet I can hardly hear them. My soul feels the darkness retreat and swells forward, ready to shine. All because of this woman here.

I reach up with both hands to take her face as I deepen the kiss. Can she feel the way they shake? Or hear the unsteady beat of my heart or when it spikes as I race my tongue over her bottom lip? When she opens her mouth for me, I deepen the kiss.

This feels so right.

How could I not see what was right in front of me before? I promise to berate myself over the question later. For now, I wrap my arms around her and dip her backwards. I chuckle at her squeal of surprise. When I straighten us both up, I pull away and grin down at her.

“You are a marvel, Willow Harvest.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, sweet cheeks, Iknow. I’m glad you’ve finally caught on.”

I laugh. The sound comes out husky as I pull her with me and take a few steps back towards my bed.

“You know, you count as someone that I’m responsible for,” I tell her when the back of my knees hit the mattress. “But I’ve done a shitty job of taking care of you.” I lean forward and kiss her again before she can deny it. When I pull away, I add in a softer voice, “Let your king take care of you now.”

Taking Willow’s hands, I pull her around as I turn and have her sit on the bed. Her eyes search my face with curiosity. Bracing one knee beside her on the bed, I lean forward and kiss her again. This kiss is slow and exploratory. I may have been the rock the others anchored themselves to at one point, but that dynamic has shifted. We are all rocks now, stuck in the gravitational pull that is Willow. She is our sun. The one that brightens up the darkest parts of us and warms the coldest depths.

I want to show her how much she means to me.

When I pull away from Willow, it’s only to kiss her soft cheek. My lips trail down her neck next. My hands go to the hem of her shirt as I pull away. I lift the shirt over her head and toss it to the side. Meeting her heated gaze, I grab the waistband of her pants and pull them down. Willow’s breath hitches as I pull off her jeans. When she’s free, I stare down at her body.

Curvy in all the right places. There’s nothing about Willow that doesn’t make my mouth water. Her breasts nearly spill out over the top of her pale pink lacy bra… a bra that matches her thong perfectly. I pause.

“You planned this!”

“Hm… A girl can dream that she’ll be taken at any time, right?” Willow lets out a husky chuckle while she braces her arms behind her to lean back and stare up at me. “Though, I never thought I’d catch a king’s eye. That was too grand of a dream, even for me.”

I shudder under the admiration in her words. I’m not a king. I’m an exiled prince.

But right now, I can be a king for her.

Our lips find each other once more. As we kiss, my hands reach back to unclasp her bra. When I pull away from her and her bra falls away, I’m greeted by dark brown nipples that tighten as they become exposed to the air.

Stunning.

I lean down and take one of her nipples into my mouth. Teasing it causes it to harden further. Willow groans as I suck and nip gently at one before turning my attention to the other. My hands dig into her hips when I leave her nipple and plant kisses down her stomach.

Sinking to one knee, I grab the back of her legs and pull her forward so she’s teetering on the edge of the bed. My hands grip her thighs before I pull them apart. Leaning forward, I press my nose against the lacy fabric between her legs. My mouth waters, and my body shakes with anticipation. Her panties, already damp, can’t contain how excited she is for this.

And I’m just as eager to please the woman who’s brought passion back into my life.

I press my tongue against the fabric of her thong. Willow gasps as she arches her hips upwards. I bring my hand up, move the material to the side and allow my fingers to slide through her slick folds. Running through the warm crease, my fingers are instantly coated with proof that she’s just as into this as I am.

I look up at Willow from between her legs. Her lips part slightly as she watches me dip two fingers into her core. She groans, throwing her head back as I sink deep into her. Willow is absolutely stunning without even trying. But right here, perched between her legs, I think she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. My fingers pump in and out of her a few times. My thumb gently circles and caresses her clit as I work her up.

“This king has neglected his queen for far too long.” My words are soft and tentative as I taste them on my tongue.

The possession feels natural. My heart swells as I remove my fingers. My queen’s soft whimper makes me smile as I pull her thong down. I return to her core, but this time, as my fingers dive into her, my mouth latches on to her clit. Gently, I suck and roll my tongue over it. Willow’s arms give out from under her as her back hits the bed.

“Holy, hell.”

Willow’s body tenses, and her legs slide together to hold my head in place. Quickly, I sit up and pull my fingers free from her body. Ignoring Willow’s soft protest, I hook my hands under her knees and pull her legs apart as far as they can go.

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