Page 81 of Cursing My Cheating Husband

I reached for him at the same moment he reached for me. Our mouths collided as we tumbled onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and eager kisses. The sheets were cool against my back, and Maddox was hot solid muscle pressing into me.

His touch roamed over me, gentle and possessive all at once, cherishing every curve. His enormous cock brushed against my pussy as wetness gathered between my thighs. My hands dragged down his back and his lips found my neck, my collarbone, the sensitive hollow of my throat. And gods, his scent. It wrapped around me, pulling me under.

I pulled him closer, dripping with desire, wanting to feel completely enveloped by him.

“Tell me what you need,” he whispered, his voice rumbling with restraint. His eyes searched mine, vulnerable and open in a way the old Maddox never would have allowed himself to be.

I didn’t hesitate. “You. Inside me. Now.”

He settled between my thighs, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His thick, flushed head stroked back and forth against my slick folds before pressing inside, and I arched into him, eager. He entered me in one slow, deliberate thrust, stretching me, filling me so completely my vision hazed. No one else filled me perfectly like he did. My nails dug into his back as he pressed fully against me.

“Fuck, Callie,” he groaned, his breath hot against me.

I couldn’t form words. All I could do was feel. The drag of his cock as he pulled back, the way my walls clenched around him, the slow, deep thrusts that hit a spot inside me the way no other man could. His mouth crashed onto mine, his hands gripping my ass, tilting my hips to take him even deeper.

“I love you so much,” he breathed into my ear, his pace quickening, his cock swelling inside me.

I gasped, my orgasm coiling tight, my wet pussy fluttering around him.

His thrusts turned desperate and his muscles strained as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over. I cried out, my back arching off the mattress as pleasure tore through me, my pussy gripping him. Maddox roared, his hips stuttering as he came, his cum flooding me in hot, thick pulses, his body shuddering above mine.

We collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slick limbs and ragged breaths. Maddox rolled us onto our sides, his cock still buried inside me, his arms enfolding me like he’d never let go. His lips found my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth, pressing kisses everywhere like he was sealing a bargain.

Held by him, locked into his eyes, the two of us having just shared each other’s deepest selves… now I knew. He was no longer the same man he had been.

This wasn’t the husband who’d betrayed me for so long, and so casually. This was a man transformed. He’d been broken and remade, his strength now tempered with something softer. Something I had put there.

And in that moment, with the sound of the waves outside and the heat of his body against me, I felt my rage dissolving.

Maddox’s childhood had been so brutal, in a way I’d never understood before. His desire to change and grow these last months had been so extreme and so total. His remorse was authentic, as was his love for me.

As I softly rested my head against his chest, forgiveness entered my heart.

No sooner had I experienced the emotion than Maddox suddenly tensed and gasped again. His back arched and he moaned wildly as he bucked against me. His hips jerked uncontrollably as tremors rippled across his body. Panting deeply, the magic of the curse surged from his body.

“Callie!” he exclaimed, struggling to catch his breath. “Was that⁠—”

“Yes.” I held his gaze. “I forgive you.”

I pressed my face into his chest, feeling his heartbeat still racing beneath my cheek. An hour ago I’d been planning to cut him out of my life forever. Now I was wrapped around him, forgiveness settling into my bones like something that had always belonged there. The speed of it should have terrified me. Maybe tomorrow it would. But tonight, cradled by Maddox with the ocean murmuring beyond the windows, I let myself just feel the relief of finally setting down the weight I’d been carrying.

He traced slow circles on my back, reverent and wondering, like he couldn’t quite believe I was real.

CHAPTER 35

CALLIE

Iwoke to morning light streaming through the windows, the ocean glittering beyond. Maddox’s arm was draped across my waist, his chest pressed against my back. Even in sleep, he held me like I was something precious.

I shifted, and immediately felt him tense. His breathing changed.

“Hey,” I said softly, turning to face him. His eyes searched mine with careful intensity. He was hopeful but guarded, readying himself for bad news.

“Hey.” His voice was soft. “How are you feeling?”

I knew what he was really asking: did I wake up regretting last night?

“I’m feeling fantastic,” I said, smiling.