“I feel your want, Buttercup, but let me hear it,” he rasps as his kisses get wetter and sloppier. His hands trail around my stomach but freeze suddenly as I’ve yet to respond. I turn my head to face his, his brown eyes wide awake now.
My hips jolt, trying to find the dwindling pleasure again, but he rests his hand on my hip and demands again, “Willow, let me hear it.”
“Yes, Eddie. Moon Goddess, yes,” I murmur, kissing his lips. His front is still pressed to my back and my neck is strained beyond measure, but I don’t care. I need more.
Satisfied with my answer, he moves his fingertips to pinch my hot, swollen nipple crying for attention, and he doesn’t hesitate to give it.
I arch my hips back, and my toe draws a line up his calf as I position myself to get more motion. Biting my lip, I try to keep my moans, surely loud and unpleasant, to myself, but Eddie has different plans in mind.
His hand then slips from my breast down my stomach and to my clit, where his fingers get more than a little slick beforehe slides two digits into me. I arch even further and gasp as my head is thrown back into his shoulder. My hands instinctively reach behind me, finding his cock over his boxers. Slipping my hand into his waistband, I finally get to feel him in his entirety. It won’t be all about me this time, though that was admittedly nice.
My hand finds his cock, heady and warm. As my grasp on him causes his fingers inside me to go from smooth and languid to jerky and the change has me clenching his fingers in my core tighter. I hear him mutter a curse as his hips lightly move against my hand. I smile, loving that I’m the one causing him to lose control as I swipe the pre-cum off the head of his cock and use it to add some lubrication between him and my hand. I slide my hand slowly and unsure at first, up and down as much as I can from this position.
We’re so close I can hardly comprehend where he begins and I end, but it doesn’t matter. He’s completely ensnared into my being that anything without him is unreal or minute. I get a rush of the sense of home every time my soul picks up on him being near, and I can’t help but fall into him. Any guilt I have over the possibility of falling for a man who could potentially be someone else’s mate is set aside every time his arms wrap around me.
Please, Moon Goddess, please make this man my mate. Please, I swear I’ll do anything, be anything, to make Eddie Enchanted undeniably mine.
He yanks my shorts down, bringing my hips up to get them over and out of the way. He moves fast to get rid of his clothes, and just as fast, he’s right back where he was behind me and swings my leg over his forearm. Wind harshly caresses my lips as the coldness bites at my exposed skin.
“Please, Eddie,” I beg as he fists his cock and lines up at my entrance. I’m practically clenching, ready for him to take me fully. I grab at the bedsheet for purchase and to gain some sort of control as he slides the tip in. Slowly, so slowly, he stretchesme. His eyes trained on me, watching my face for what exactly, I’m not sure.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Eddie says as he slides in inch by frickin’ inch before he’s all the way inside me. We both groan once he’s bottomed out and then slowly starts to slide back out, painstakingly, inch by inch once more. I huff, and he only smiles before going in again, faster and harder this time and the next. I writhe under him as he hoists me open wider, with the leg hooked on his forearm. I didn’t think I was flexible before, but with Eddie, he can get me to open up in ways I never have before.
Just as my orgasm is about to peak, he abruptly stops moving. I whimper loudly as I try to move with his cock stock-still inside me.
“Eddie?” I nearly sob. The only thing I can focus on is how I’m frustrated in a way I can’t quite understand, but it’s in a way only he can dispel.
“You’re so beautiful, Willow,” he says, and my body hums. Literally hums as he moves again. This time there’s a level of desperation that entices me to ensure I orgasm. A hunger to finish drives my hips to meet him at every thrust, and yet something clicks when I meet his eyes and see his open mouth smile.
“I need you longer than one orgasm, Willow. I need you for as long as I can possibly have you.”
Oh.
Ohh fiddletarts.
This man is edging me. And by the Moon Goddess herself, I swear I want to kill him and love him at the same time.
“Eddie,” I growl yet slow my rock to meet his new pace. The pressure builds again, and this time, it isn’t shocking when he stops right before I come, though it resonates all the same. My moans fall from me on a shutter. I’m no longer concerned withhow I look or how I sound, just the feeling of us connected and the pleasure stewing in my core.
He holds my orgasm in his control, denying me once more before we finally come together. He releases his hold, and I come harder than I ever have before. It’s like running a marathon once we’re done. Our bodies become slack as he slides out of me. I lay my head on his chest, breathing harder than I ever have before. His hand lightly traces circles on my back before he kisses the top of my head.
“I need to clean you up, Buttercup,” he says, not making a move yet, but I see his stomach tense and know it’s coming. As sticky as I am, I need it, but I don’t want to move. With a sigh and a more than pleased smile, I roll off him, and he moves to clean me off and once again I let him. I hum and this time I am more content than anything. Eddie Enchanted, taking care of me through and through, and I find that I am, in fact, the luckiest girl ever, despite everything. Because being in his arms beats being haunted by a killer or being cast out by my family. With him, none of that matters. It’s only me and him, and I love that.
As he crawls back into bed, I snuggle in next to him and doze off, exhausted.
An hour later, I hear Eddie call my name a couple of times as he moves his legs to overpower mine, caging me in. I try to curl the thin blanket over my head, but he grips the blanket to stop me from doing so. The thing about Eddie is that he is a morning person. He can wake up, jump out of bed and go on about his day. Me, not so much. Getting out of bed is one of the hardest things I do. Every. Single. Day. I moan in frustration and keep my eyes shut, trying to fall back asleep and quiet my racing thoughts.
“Willow, I want to go,” Eddie groans, curling impossibly harder into my back.
“Go alone,” I mumble, tired and almost falling back asleep.
“I don’t want to go to Lovely Memories by myself,” he whispers in my ear, and my eyes shoot open. “There’s a book I think we should read together, for real this time,” he says as he slowly drags my body to face him.
“The bookstore?” I sleepily ask, slowly opening my eyes to see a wide-eyed Eddie with one of my bonnets on his head. When did he put that on? That wasn’t on before...
“Yes, Buttercup, the bookstore. Let’s go.”
“Are you trying to make up for arguing with me about seeing Ghost—I mean James?” Gosh, it’s almost as if that was centuries ago, but it was just yesterday.
