CHAPTER TEN

AMbrOSE

There is no sound more beautiful than hearing my soul mate crying out my name in need. I would give her anything. I would burn the world to cinders if she would only ask. Anything she wishes, it is my pleasure to grant her.

My dick? It’s hers. All of me belongs to her.

Taking her here on my most prized possession seems fitting. It fulfills something inside of me I never knew existed.

As a warlock, power came naturally to me. From an early age I could do simple magic, moving on to far more advance spells and potions way ahead of my peers. Nothing had been beyond my reach.

Except love.

For centuries I have gone through this world alone, something missing inside me. She’s the other half of my soul and now that she’s in my arms, I feel whole. The emptiness I’ve carried for so long is gone and I never want it to return.

Pulling my fingers from within her, I take my place between her thighs, lining up the head of my cock with her opening.

“Mine,” I snarl as I drive myself inside Natalie’s snug pussy with one powerful thrust of my hips.

Stars dance behind my closed eyelids as pure pleasure blasts through me. There are no words to describe what is taking place as I love my woman. It is as if the cosmos aligned to create this woman for me. Because they did.

She is my perfect other half in all ways, as I am hers.

“Yours,” I gasp, moving my cock through the tight squeeze of her body. “I’m yours.”

Her legs rise, wrapping around my waist and allowing me to go impossibly deep within her. The stars I’m seeing become whirls of bright light as I thunder into her again and again.

I feel as if I can touch the heavens themselves as I race towards release.

And Natalie is coming with me.

Grasping her hips, I plow my cock into her, loving the hot wetness that coats me with each hard glide of my shaft into her pussy. Pinpricks of pain center where her nails dig into my sides as she soundlessly urges me to go faster, to take her to the heavens where we’ll both soar.

I send a small bolt of magic out. It forms an invisible finger that rubs her clit in the same rhythm as my cock driving into her.

Her inner walls clench and release, beginning the first flutters of her orgasm and only then do I allow myself to let go, to take what I need to reach my own completion.

My guttural roar joins Natalie’s choked sob of pleasure and the colors behind my eyes explode.

For several seconds, I black out completely, lost to the void of utter satiation. Natalie’s arms surround me when I regain my senses, and I breathe deeply of her sweet scent that’s uniquely hers. My sensitive ears pick of the beating of my heart and hers. We’re only slightly out of sync. If she had been a witch, our hearts would already beat as one, but considering she’s human, I take it as a good sign that we’re already almost aligned.

Rising up on my arms, I gaze down at her flushed face, my eyes trailing over her features and loving every one of them, right down to the tiny mole that dots her left cheek. I couldn’t have imagined a more beautiful woman.

The love in my chest is almost overwhelming in its intensity and I smile.

Natalie’s blue eyes watch me as her tongue darts out to slip over her puffy lower lip. She looks well-kissed and well-loved, and it makes my spent cock twitch within the clutches of her pussy. Her eyes widen at the movement and my grin grows.

“You have quite the effect on me,” I say before lowering my head and pressing a kiss to those rosy lips.

I draw back when she doesn’t return the kiss. “Is something the matter?”

“Ambrose, you wouldn’t hurt me, would you?”

I feel as if I’ve been physically struck, the barb striking deeply into my chest. “Why would I hurt the most precious person in my life?” I growl out.

Her hands push at my shoulders while her hips wiggle and dislodge my cock from her body. “You need to let me go home,” she says softly.

“This is your home. Here with me.” Frustration builds within me. I don’t know why she doesn’t understand that. Why she doesn’t feel what I do?

Getting up from the couch, I adjust my clothes and watch silently as she pulls the nightgown down over her thighs. I should be a gentleman and whisk away the evidence of our lovemaking.

I’m no gentleman and, at this moment, the idea that my seed is within her is the only thing keeping me sane.

I let out a deep breath and tunnel my fingers through my hair, raking it out of my face. “This would be so much simpler if you were a witch,” I snap.

Natalie gets to her feet. “A witch? Because you’re a warlock?”

I nod. “Precisely!”

She lets out a snort. “But I’m not, so I guess this isn’t going to work. If you could call an Uber for me, that would be great.” She heads toward the study door.

Before she can reach the door, it closes, the lock swinging into place.

Natalie rounds on me. “How did you do that?”

Frowning, I wave my hand at the door, and it opens and shuts. “It’s simple magic. A child could do it.”

“Oh shit.” Her wide eyes blink rapidly as she backs up a few steps. “Ambrose, you’re a real warlock.”

Frustration beats in my temples and I press my palms to my forehead, willing the blooming headache away. “Yes, I already told you that.”

A slightly unsettled laugh escapes Natalie, and she begins walking around the room, taking care to stay far away from me. Each step she takes causes a sharp pain in my chest, one even my magic cannot erase.

“I thought you were playing around,” she says, shoving her hands into her blonde hair. “I thought you were a magician.” Her mouth quirks up into a sad, lopsided grin. “And not a very good one.”

“I told you I was a warlock,” I repeat, striving for patience. If she were anyone else, I would have already blown up.

Thankfully she’s not anyone else. She’s my Natalie and I’m not letting her go.