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“I love you.” She sagged onto his chest, feeling as if every bone in her body had been broken and reformed, leaving her limp and useless and weak. “I really do.”
In that moment, she didn’t care if he felt the same way; she simply needed to tell him the truth in her heart.
“I love you too,” he said with a ragged sigh. “I love fucking you, I love eating your pussy, I love watching your face get all red when you’re pissed off, I love eating your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches—”
“Heath—”
“Don’t interrupt me when I’m telling you how much I love you,” he ordered before rolling her onto her back and positioning himself above her, slowly beginning to pump his hips.
“I love the way you love those kids and the way you talk dirty every once in awhile. I even love the way you put sheets on a bed, the way your ass tilts up when you’re tucking them in. Oh God, and your pussy—God—your pussy is the best place I’ve ever been,” he panted with a little laugh.
“Heath.” Bella laughed, unable to believe that the slow, sensuous stroking of his still rigid cock inside of her was making her body come alive again, already building the fire she knew would consume her, destroy her and recreate her all in the space of a few mind-blowing minutes. She wouldn’t have believed it was possible once, let alone twice.
“Come back to the city with me, live with me, let me fuck you like this every night.” His eyes burned into hers with a fire she knew came from his heart, not only his body.
“Heath, I—I don’t know, I don’t know.” It was suddenly impossible to think amidst the warring voices in her mind.
He was crazy. She was cursed.
He couldn’t be serious, but then again, maybe he was.
And if he were, did she have the courage to take what she wanted, to throw curses and legacies and the work of a lifetime to the wind to claim the man who had changed her world overnight?
“Then marry me. Marry me. I’m not too scared to ask. I’ll marry you tomorrow.” His rhythm grew faster, more urgent. He leaned in to claim her lips, his tongue moving against hers in a frenzied dance as she lifted to meet his thrusts.
His hands shifted from her waist to her nipples, softly brushing the nearly raw flesh with his thumbs, building her need to the breaking point. Then he dropped his face into her neck, slamming his body into hers with a fierceness that told of his need to possess her completely.
“Bella, Bella.” He chanted her name against her skin as his pace grew even faster. His thickly muscled arms shook as they wrapped around her shoulders, clinging to her, clenching her tightly to his chest.
“Come inside me, Heath.” She cried out as her pussy clenched around him in a second wave of pleasure.
“Bella, I love you.” He moaned and came, drenching her insides, shooting himself deep inside her center as her walls continued to pulse with the aftermath of her orgasm.
And then something was different.
Bella actually felt the shift when it happened. She stopped breathing for a moment, terrified as a tinkle of wicked laughter sounded somewhere outside her window and then floated off into the night.
She’d done it, exactly what the voice told her to do. Not only had she slept with Heath, she’d practically begged him to come inside her.
Now she’d just have to wait…and pray. Maybe she would be different, maybe the curse would finally end with her, with her and the man who—from the glistening in his eyes as he lifted his head and looked down at her—seemed to be as blown away by the feelings between them as she was.
“I love you, too,” Bella said, smoothing a lock of hair off of his forehead.
She tried not to let her heart lodge in her throat, but something deep inside of her said this would be the last time she’d ever see him smile.
Hell, it might be one of the last times she’d ever see his face.
CHAPTER TEN
Two months later
Mary didn’t know what drove her to do it, what finally gave her the courage to stand up for what she’d wanted for so very, very long. But something had, some inner strength that had abandoned her decades before.
So she’d done it. She’d done it without a second thought, and then put the entire event out of her mind. She’d had to do it, had to stop him from making the biggest mistake of his life.
That woman didn’t love him, couldn’t love him, not the way she did.
Mary O’Neill had loved Heath Miller for longer than she could remember, since they’d been kids playing in the back alleys of Kingdom City’s grittier streets, dreaming of ways to get out of the hell they’d been born into. They’d been a pair, Mary with a mom who was always messed up on pixie dust, and Heath with a dad who beat him so hard he had convulsions until he was twelve.
