Page 9 of Spice (Unhinged Holidays #1)

Six

Ezra

Willow’s breathing is ragged beside me. We’re a mess of sweat and cum, the runes and sigils on her skin still glowing softly, glimmering like twilight.

I hold her, stroking my hands over her hair, down her back.

How have I gone over two-hundred years without this woman in my arms?

I can’t fathom not having her. It’s as though she’s always been a part of me, I just didn’t know it.

I glance down and suck in a breath when I see a faint gold rune glowing low on her belly.

I didn’t draw that one on her. It appeared on its own.

Which means…

Hope soars through me, a living, breathing thing that fills my chest, that makes my blood feel effervescent. I trace it gently with my finger, which draws Willow’s attention.

“Is that…” She says softly, eyes wide. Her fingers tremble as she reaches toward the softly glowing rune. “That means life, doesn’t it?” Our fingers tangle together over the gold symbol.

“It does.” My voice is hoarse, my throat thick with emotion. With relief and gratitude and love and hope.

“Does that mean— ” But Willow’s question is cut off when every single book in the room falls to the floor in one simultaneous thud.

She squeaks and curls into me, and I wrap my arms around her even tighter.

We both sit up after a moment, looking cautiously around the room.

Muscles protesting, I rise to my feet and help Willow up.

The ritual room is completely trashed. The altar is in pieces. Glass shards litter the floor, symbols are seared into the walls, and my entire library is now on the floor.

Willow glances over at me, and when our eyes meet, she starts to laugh. “Did we do all this?”

I can’t help but laugh, too. Her laughter is light, tinkling, infectious. “Imagine what would’ve happened without the protective runes.”

“You’d be homeless. Well, castle-less,” she says with a smirk that makes me want to haul her against me and kiss the shit out of her.

So I do. She comes easily, lips parting and welcoming me in as I rub circles over her round ass.

She shudders as my tongue strokes against hers, and I’m already hard again.

Even if the ritual’s over, even if she’s bred and the curse is broken, I want her again.

I think I’ll always want her, no matter what.

As we kiss, a breeze stirs the curtains.

Willow’s magic surrounds me, lush and sparkling, and I’m once again dumbfounded that she didn’t know her own power.

Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my back as I lift her up, carrying her towards my bedroom.

Our lips are locked, tongues tangling in a hot, desperate dance.

Her body is soft and pliant against mine, her curves fitting perfectly into my hands as I grip her ass, supporting her weight as we move through the house.

I kick open the bedroom door, striding towards the massive four-poster bed.

I lay her down gently, her hair fanning out around her like a halo of fire.

She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with desire, her lips swollen from our kisses.

I can see the pulse in her neck, fluttering rapidly, and I want to taste it, feel it against my tongue.

I climb onto the bed, my body covering hers.

Our hips grind together as our limbs tangle, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me.

Her hands roam over my back, nails digging in as she pulls me closer.

Her pussy is hot against my cock, and I’m so fucking hard, already aching to be inside her again.

I hover over Willow, my cock teasing her entrance, still slick with her wetness and my cum. Her hips buck up, trying to draw me in, but I resist, grinning at her impatience. I want to savour this, savour her. I want to draw out every gasp, every shiver, every desperate plea.

“Ezra,” she groans, trying to pull me closer. I chuckle and lean down to nip at her earlobe.

“Patience, little witch,” I murmur, my voice a husky growl. “I’ll give you what you need. Eventually.”

She whimpers, her hips writhing, seeking more friction. I give it to her, sliding my cock along her slit, coating myself in her. In us. The sensation is exquisite, sending jolts of pleasure searing down my spine. Her magic, wild and untamed, pulses around us, responding to our connection.

“You feel that?” I ask, my lips brushing against hers. “That’s your magic, Willow. It’s responding to me. To us.”

She nods, her eyes wide and glazed with desire. “I want you to step into that power. Claim it. Own it. It’s yours. It’s always been yours.” I capture her mouth in a deep kiss, my tongue tasting, exploring, claiming. She moans into my mouth, her body arching against mine.

I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. She shudders beneath me, her hips grinding against mine. I groan as I slide the head of my cock over her prettily swollen clit, circling, teasing.

“Ezra,” she gasps, her voice a desperate plea. “Please. I need… I need you inside me.”

I smile against her skin, my cock throbbing at her words. “Say it again,” I demand. “Tell me what you need, Willow.”

“Fuck me, Ezra,” she begs, her voice a breathy moan. “Please, I need you inside me.”

Her words send a surge of lust through me, and I’ve suddenly had enough teasing. I position myself at her weeping entrance, my cock jerking in anticipation of getting back inside her. I lean down, capturing her mouth in another hot, deep kiss as I slowly, slowly push into her.

The moment I feel her tight, wet heat surrounding the head of my cock, I can’t hold back anymore.

I slide deep, feeling her used cunt stretch around me.

Her eyes flutter closed, her mouth opening in a silent cry of pleasure.

I start to move, my thrusts slow and deep, each one sending waves of sensation through me. Through both of us.

This isn’t about the ritual anymore. This is about us, about the connection we share. Her magic is like a living thing, wrapping around us, binding us together. I lean down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss as I continue to fuck her, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

Goddess, nothing has ever felt as good as Willow wrapped around me, clinging to me, writhing beneath me. Nothing. And nothing ever will. I know that with shocking clarity.

Willow’s hands grip my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin.

She’s getting close, her breathing jagged, her pussy rippling around me, her magic building.

I pick up the pace, my thrusts becoming harder, faster.

Her cries of pleasure fill the room, driving me wild.

She makes me feel animalistic, like a beast in a rut.

Willow’s body arches beneath me, her breasts pressing against my chest as I drive into her, hard and deep.

Her nails rake down my back, leaving trails of fire that only serve to spur me on.

She moans, her eyes fluttering closed as I hit a particularly sensitive spot.

She tightens around me, her body trembling as she gets closer to the edge.

I want to push her over, want to feel her come undone around me.

“You’re so fucking tight, Willow,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her neck. “So wet. You’re taking my cock so well, like you were made for me.” I bite at her earlobe. “I’m going to fuck you so deep and so often that you’re going to feel like something’s missing when I’m not buried inside you.”

Her breath hitches, her hips bucking up to meet mine as she moans, senseless words falling from her lips.

“That’s it, little witch,” I say against her lips. “Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

Just as she comes, her body convulsing around me, magic rips around us. It’s like a vortex, a whirlwind of power that lifts us up, spins us around, and then—

POOF.

Suddenly, we’re in the kitchen. Naked, mid-thrust, on the cold tile floor.

Willow shrieks, her eyes wide with shock.

I can’t help it—I burst out laughing. It’s the first time I’ve truly relaxed, the first time I’ve felt this light, this free.

The sound of my laughter echoes through the kitchen, filling the room with a joy that’s been missing for far too long.

Willow’s laughter is a melody that wraps around me, pulling me in, making me want to bury myself deeper inside her in every way possible.

I help her off the cold kitchen floor, my hands gripping her supple ass, lifting her onto the counter.

Her legs wrap around me, heels digging into my back, urging me closer.

“You think I care where we are?” I murmur I position myself at her entrance.

She’s so wet, so ready, her pretty pink pussy swollen and glistening with our combined arousal.

I slide into her with one thrust, filling her completely.

Her back arches, a gasp escaping her lips as I hit that spot deep inside her that makes her gush around me.

I don’t hold back this time. I fuck her hard, each thrust shaking the cabinets behind us. Dishes rattle, the fridge swings open, and the stove flickers to life, but we don’t care. We’re lost in each other, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“Ezra,” she moans, her voice a desperate plea. “More. I need more.” Fucking hell, I will never get enough of hearing her moan my name in that breathy, needy voice.

I give her more. I give her everything. I fuck her like I’ve never fucked anyone before, like she’s the air I need to breathe, the magic I need to survive. I lean down, needing my mouth on her. Our tongues tangle, our breathing ragged, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

“Come for me, Willow,” I demand, my voice a husky growl. “Let me feel you come all over my cock again. Milk me fucking dry, little witch.”

And she does. Her body convulses, her pussy clamping down on me as she screams my name. Her orgasm triggers my own, and I come with a roar, my cock pulsing inside her, filling her with more of my seed. Magic explodes around us again, and—

POOF.

Suddenly, we’re in front of the fireplace, the rug beneath us soft and warm.

Willow’s on top of me, her body draped over mine, our chests heaving in unison.

Her hair is a wild tangle around her face, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

The heat of the fire is comforting against my skin, the crackle of the flames a soothing melody after the storm of our passion.

I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, as her pussy drips all over me with our cum. I never want to leave this moment, never want to let her go. She’s mine, and I’m hers, bound together by magic and something even more powerful.

Fated, destined, star-writ love.

We lie like that for several moments, magic settling around us. I reach for a blanket draped over the nearby couch and pull it over us, holding her snugly against me. Exactly where she belongs. Where she’s always belonged. Where she’ll always belong.

“Is this…” She pauses, and I can tell she’s trying to figure out how to ask her question.

“You can ask me anything, Willow. Ask, and I’ll answer. I promise.”

“I’ve never done sex magic before and…I feel…” She lifts her head and meets my eyes. “I think I’m in love with you, and I need to know if that’s a normal part of the ritual.” Her eyes gleam in the firelight, and I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Not even close to normal. Sex magic is about the physical. This…” I gesture between us. “No. Not normal.”

“Do you think it’s because of the curse?”

“I know it’s because of you. I have those same feelings, Willow. I feel like I’ve loved you from the moment I first sipped the latte you made.” Her eyes gleam brighter, unshed tears pooling there, and then we’re kissing again, slow and unhurried.

In this quiet moment, I’m claiming her. Her mouth, her body, her heart, her soul. I may have called her greedy, but I’m the greedy one. I want every morsel of her, forever. And she’s claiming me in return, forever changing me, binding me to her.

We shift into a more comfortable position, lying in front of the fire with her back pressed to my chest. She fits so perfectly against me that I can’t remember ever holding anyone else. I can’t imagine ever wanting to hold anyone else.

I let my hand rest gently on her belly, over the soft warmth of the rune pulsing there.

I don’t want to say it out loud, to voice the hope inside me for fear it’ll be snatched away.

As if she can sense what I’m feeling, instead of saying anything, she simply laces her fingers with mine, our joined hands resting over the tiny speck of life we may have created. The speck of life that will save mine.

The speck of life that after two centuries of living will give me a newfound purpose.

My chest tightens with emotion as I let it play out in my mind.

Willow makes a soft, sleepy sound, and I pull her tighter against me, the feeling of her skin anchoring me against the onslaught of emotion.

Soon, her breathing deepens and evens out.

My tired little witch has fallen asleep. I brush the hair off her neck and kiss the warm skin there, my lips lingering. The house tucks the blanket around us, and that’s when I realize that we’re both hovering a few inches off the ground.

I grin to myself as I float with the woman I love.