“To us.” She says raising the cup to the ceiling before downing the contents. Some spills down her chin, coating her throat and chest. The cup comes crashing down onto the floor breaking into a hundred tiny pieces and her robe that she’s been wearing slips off her shoulders melting into a puddle of fabric.
I watch rapt by the display before me as Marigold’s head is tilted back at an unnatural angle- her arms spread wide. Words flow from her blood stained mouth that I can’t understand.
An icy wind begins to whip around us, and tears flow freely from her cerulean eyes. The words she speaks become louder and more forceful. I feel as if I could be swept away by this punishing wind, but then it stills and she lowers her gaze, eyes locked onto mine. My chest rises as if I’ve just run a marathon. I’m in awe of her as she steps closer to me, her nakedness fully exposed. Enchanting me with each stride she takes.
“Did it work?” My voice sounds foreign to me, detached and fearful. If she’s still cursed, she won’t stay with me and that thought fills me with dread.
“I think it did.” She says finally, voice filled with wonder as if she can’t quite believe it.
Legs shaking, she plants herself on my lap, straddling me with her hips lining up with mine. “Thank you, Barrett.” Her eyes shimmer rimmed red from her tears. I wipe her cheek and pull her face close to mine, resting my forehead on hers. We breathe each other’s air, chests rising and falling in sync. She’s covered in my blood and yet I can’t help but fill the gap between us, taking her lips in mine. Our tongues meld together, dancing to a song only we can hear.
She leans back and takes my face in her hands, eyes searching mine as if she’s looking for the answer to a question. Taking a breath and closing her eyes, I feel my stomach twist in on itself. Is she going to leave me? The thought burrows deep into my bones, making me clutch onto her hips harder as if that will stop her.
“I will marry you, Barrett Blackford.”
My heart seems to stop in that moment, certain I’ve misheard her. I lick my lips, feeling the taste of blood upon my tongue. “Can you say that again? I think my head injury is playing tricks on me.”
Her face breaks out into a huge grin. “I will marry you.” She kisses me, rolling herself against my length. “I’ll be your wife.” She kisses down my neck and I could pass away from the joy exploding through my body.
“My wife.” I clutch the back of her neck deepening our kiss. “My love.” I whisper, freeing cock from my robe. “My life.” I sheath myself into her wet pussy, silencing her moan with my mouth.
She isn’t fixing me, she’s making me new. Evoking a desire to be better than what I’ve been.
I thrust up into her, watching her perfect curves as she takes me so beautifully. Her hand goes up her blood stained neck, smearing it all over her fingers. It’s barbaric. Hedonistic and yet the knowledge that it’s my blood that’s freed her. My blood that coats her chest, claiming her as mine. It does something to me. I feel a possessiveness rise up inside me. Wrapping my hand around her slim neck I pull her to me with a squeeze. She plants her hands on my chest, leaving imprints of herself there, bloodstains outline where her fingers dig into my flesh. Her nails scrape hard enough to wound. It feels so goddamn good.
“You’re mine, Marigold.”
“Yours.” She echoes, taking her pleasure from me. Hips thrusting wildly together as we work ourselves into elation. I could spend my life doing this right here with her and never get tired of it.
MARIGOLD
My curse is broken. I can scarcely believe it. Feeling this freedom running through my veins as I ride Barrett. This beautiful man who loves me in all the ways I need.
I didn’t believe it would work, but then something inside my heart clicked as his blood slid down my throat. Something that I had never felt all the other times I’d performed the ritual. Normally, I’d make a trek out to the forest, careful not to get too close to Alabaster’s manor. Our pets were constantly at war with each other. Her snakes and my birds scarcely got along, even though she’s one of my only friends. The animals had minds of their own, no matter how much we begged for them to stop. But for that reason, I stayed near the edge of the forest where fields meet the dense tree line. Every time it didn’t work. I would leave, heartbroken and wondering if it was even possible to break the curse.
And now I have. Barrett’s love has freed me.
He looks at me lids heavy, and a smile splayed out on his kissable lips. A part of me wants to still guard my heart, thinking that this is too good to be true. When you’ve led a life where you’re always second choice, it makes it difficult to trust that things can be good for you. But with the breaking of the curse, I know I can trust him. Only the purest love could have penetrated it.
And now this man between my thighs wants me for his wife. He wants to be my husband. Joy like I’ve fleetingly felt in my life, courses through me. I move my body with his, showing him how happy he’s made me. The pleasure is overwhelming. I want to laugh and cry and shout all at the same time from the mix of emotions flooding my senses.
I wrap my hands around his neck, admiring the masculine edges of his jaw peppered with unshaven whiskers. This man is mine.
Never again will I have to pick up and leave at the changing of the wind. Never again will I become attached to a family only to have to move onto the next. Now I can have a family of my own.
His thrusts become more frantic. Sweat drips down my chest mixing with the blood. We’re a mess, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I feel myself begin to clench, pleasure coursing through my body. I let out a guttural sound as my orgasm overtakes me.
I stare at him a moment, bloody handprints marring his sculpted, heaving chest. Legs shaking, I hoist myself up to drop down to my knees. His cock stands hard and glistening with my wetness. The length of him is almost intimidating, but I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. His eyes reflect the fire from behind us as he looks down at me, running his hand through my hair, he says. “You can take it. Suck me down, Marigold. You don’t need a spoonful of sugar to swallow what I give you.”
I gulp at his playful words, licking my lips before running my tongue up the underside of his veiny length. I circle his tip and feel a slight pressure from his hand pushing me down. Opening wide, I let him past my lips, flattening my tongue to allow him access to my throat. “That’s it my fucking beautiful girl. Look at you taking my cock so well.” His hips thrust up into my mouth as drool drips down my chin. I grip his balls in my hands and squeeze as my head begins to bob up and down him, tasting the mix of our arousal.
“My beautiful bride to be. Devil take me, you’re so good at that.” Our eyes lock as he runs his hand into my hair, my mouth fills with the salty taste of his precum. I relish the flavor, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck him down.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He sputters as he releases his desire down my throat. “I can’t wait till I can call you my wife.”
I smile up at him, pure joy radiating through every bit of me. Marigold Blackford has a lovely ring to it.
MARIGOLD
