Page 10 of Cursed by the Love Witch (A Monstrous Holiday #2)

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THE HIGH WARLOCK

H e lies tormented in his bed.

The whispers from beyond the veil are silent for the moment. The male they normally pester is awash in his madness. He has managed not to alert her of his presence for two days. Even as he crept down hallways after her sweet scent, he transformed into a raven and settled on her window sill, watching for hours as she flitted about her room.

He remained her silent watcher as the sun began to set. He flew off when she started to change for bed. Any glimpse of her naked skin would send him deeper into his hysteria. The stalking was deplorable enough.

He stayed until exhaustion began to weigh him down and returned to his cottage.

How will he keep himself in check when he sees her again? He doesn’t know, but he will—he’ll do this properly and earn her affection. For now, he settles for the version of her in his dreams.

Pink curls tickle his chin. Small hands are warm and seeking as they glide over his skin. They skim lower, searching for the hardness that’s only ever formed for her. Once he earns her affection, he will give in to his completion for the first time. Only with her—she is it for him.

His plan is already in motion. Knowing he will see her again soon, his body surrenders to slumber again. Warm hands pull him down into its waiting depth, and magenta eyes see into his soul.