“An enchantress.” Graham nibbled against my mouth and pulled away to protect himself. I watched his muscles bunch across his back, and my throat went dry with need for him. It had always been this way with him, and yet it was new. There was a rawness here, to what we were sharing. It felt like I’d crossed a line, and I didn’t yet know what the consequences would be.
The very idea made my breath catch, and my stomach twisted.
“Don’t, Agnes.” Graham reached over and smoothedhis thumb over the worry line in my brow. “That’s for tomorrow.”
“But—”
Graham pushed inside me in one smooth stroke, and I gasped at the sensation. The stretch was easier this time, my body already primed for him, but the fullness still stole my breath.
“Goddess,” I breathed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that.”
“Good.” He started to move, slow and deep. “Because I plan to do this as often as humanly possible for the rest of our lives.”
The rest of our lives. The words should have terrified me and sent me spiraling into panic about the curse, about all the reasons this could end in tragedy.
Instead, they just made me hold him tighter.
We moved together, finding a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. This time was different from the first. It was less desperate and more tender. Graham’s eyes never left mine as he thrust into me, and I saw the hope he’d never let die.
I pulled him down and kissed him, trying to pour everything I felt into it—my regret for the time we’d lost and the love I’d been too afraid to show.
“I love you,” I said against his mouth. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“Again.” His hips moved faster. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you, Graham. I love you. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
He groaned and buried his face in my neck, his thrusts growing erratic. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and felt the pleasure building again at the base of my spine.
“Together,” he gasped against my mouth. “Come with me, Agnes.”
And I came undone.
We found our pleasure together, clinging to each other like we were the only two people in the world. The pleasure seemed to go on forever, wave after wave, until I was completely and utterly spent.
Graham collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms. We lay there in the darkness, listening to the rain against the windows, our heartbeats gradually slowing to something like normal.
“I should have done this years ago,” I admitted, my voice muffled against his chest.
“Yes. You should have. I accept your apology.”
“I didn’t apologize.”
“It was implied.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Also, you owe me approximately a thousand years of make-up sex. I expect you to pay your debts.”
“A thousand years of make-up sex? Someone’s being a bit dramatic.”
“Minimum. I’m willing to negotiate additional time for emotional damages.”
I laughed, tipping my head back to look at him. His face was soft in the dim light, his eyes warm and sleepy and full of love.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I said.
“That’s all I ask.”
