Page 37 of Witchy Woman

“I am so fucking pissed at you,” he growls, leaning his forehead against mine. “For trying to take this from us. For doing it without thinking I deserved to know. I’ve never been angrier.”

Everything I’ve been trying to avoid—all the pain I tried to keep from him—is right there on his face. All my plans and hopes are dissolved in the blink of an eye.

“I’m not sorry for trying to protect you from this,” I whisper.

“And I’m not sorry either.”

Before I can ask for what, his hand comes up to cradle my cheek. The soft action contrasts with the rough calluses on his hand from all the woodwork. With one last breath, his lips press to mine.

And the world melts away.

His full lips are gentle, but the anger is there simmering under the surface. A grunt is my only warning before my back is pressed against the wood beam holding the tent up.

I dig my fingers into his shoulders, needing him closer. The hand on my cheek slips down to my neck, thumb rubbing against my pulse point.

My mind is liquid. All I know is his body, his touch, the electric current running between our bodies, making everything that much more sensitive. I think I’d come apart if he touched me anywhere else.

My mouth opens at his nip to my lower lip, and he delves inside.

Why did I evernotwant this?

“See, Goldilocks?” His mouth moves down my neck, nibbling and sucking. “You feel that? You fucking belong to me, and I never want to hear you say anything otherwise.”

I am a woman possessed. I hike my leg up to his waist and he grabs it, grinding me into the harsh wooden pole at my back.

“Say it, Goldilocks. Say you belong to me and I’ll show you exactly what you’ve been missing.” He bites my neck.

Words? My body rolls against his, feeling every inch of his hard, muscular body. What I wouldn’t give to feel the power he must have.

“Say it, and I’ll kneel before you. I’ll worship you in the middle of this tent for the entire fucking market to hear. I’ll let you ride my tongue until you cum so hard it tears this world in half.”

I moan at the way my nipples harden, brushing against his chest. Too much. It’s too much.

He pulls away just a fraction, keeping my leg up in his hand. His smile is triumphant. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

I’m yours.

The words fly out of my mouth at his demand and there’s no way to take them back.

Ash’s hand caresses my thigh, mapping out every part of me he can. “Let me taste you. Please.”

I take his face in my hands, forcing his lips back to mine. I want to enjoy the blissful emptiness of my mind before the doubts come back.

His beard scratches against my skin in the most delightful burn, his touch like a brand. I’ll never be the same.

“You’ve driven me mad,” he whispers in my ear, sucking on the lobe. “You’ve driven me half-mad.”

You have no idea what madness is.

Madness is touching the one person in this world you want more than anything and still fearing every second of it. Of having your soulmate in your arms and trembling with terror.

“Shut up,” I snap, digging my fingers into his hair. “No more words, for fuck’s sake.”

His mouth is harsh as he nips and sucks at my neck, bruising my skin. I’ll have marks for days and I can’t bring myself to regret the possessiveness in each one.

Fingers play with the button of my jeans, digging in just a bit to tease the sensitive skin there. His eyes meet mine, not needing to voice the question behind them.