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CHAPTER 19
Korven
How the fuck I made it back to our room above the inn was beyond me. I didn’t remember flying us there. Didn’t remember leaving the library. I was still in that hall. I was still under her as she moaned and writhed as I did every little thing she had asked of me.
I could still taste her.
I could still feel the warmth and sweet nectar she gave me and I wanted more. For now, she slept—exhausted, spent, and ravaged by my mouth and hands.
What the fuck was I doing? I asked myself for the hundredth time since I’d met her again and crashed her wedding. Saved her from her wedding , I amended.
But I wasn’t saving her now. Now, I was indulging, selfishly licking, sucking, thrusting my fingers against her inner core so hard she’d whimpered, pulling away, but I’d kept her there. Just as she’d asked me, I’d held her steady, igniting her release again as she came over my fingers and mouth.
My cock had never been so hard. I’d never abstained like that before. But my Seraphine had asked, and fuck it all, I’d delivered.
I understood my growing obsession with her, but I didn’t understand its origins. I had a Goddessdamned job to do, and a mother who would force this Cursebringer life onto my sister in a heartbeat if she didn’t believe I could do it.
I wasn’t going to let that happen.
Morella wasn’t going to live as a Cursebringer. She was young and carefree and would never know our mother’s burdens. The same burdens that had led Reshina to suffering and heartbreak, leaving her incapable of love through her own curse.
The line of Cursebringers was a matriarchal one. In over six hundred years my mother hadn’t given it up. Goddess knows what happened to her mother before that.
I was determined to end that line with her, and I’d be damned if I let my infatuation with Seraphine Dupont ruin my sister’s life.
This was my problem.
This was my curse to help break and move on.
I stroked her leg tangled with mine as she slept away the rest of the afternoon.
I’d live every moment with her I could in these last few days.
And then I’d keep living and somehow find the strength to do it without her.