Fateful Magic (The Star-Crossed Series Book 8) Read Online Free
Author: Rachel Higginson
was,
feeling his lips press against mine, wrapped in his arms, with the full-length
of his body touching every part of me.
I almost combusted from happiness.
I pressed my lips to his more firmly. I could tell
that he was trying to go slow and be careful with me. I knew that I was
fragile. But the thing was… I was always fragile. There was always something
wrong with me. And I was tired of it.
I was tired of being delicate and sick. I was tired of
getting kidnapped or hauled off to stupid prison. I was so tired of suffering.
And even more of being tortured.
The next person that tried to torture me was going to
get a surprise when I ripped out their heart with my bare hands.
Too much? Maybe. But that was how strongly I felt about never feeling pain again. I wasn’t one
to be cocky or full of myself, but I’d been through more than my fair share of
suffering and I was over being
experimented on.
Never again.
And I was really over having to be separated
unwillingly from Talbott.
Talbott responded immediately while I deepened the
kiss. Our mouths opened at the same time and for the first time in much too
long, I tasted him. We both groaned at the contact of our tongues against each
other, tangling together in that sweet symphony of intimacy.
Tears pricked at my eyes again, but I fought to hold
them back. I just wanted to enjoy this moment. I just wanted to revel in coming
home.
Talbott’s mouth moved
against mine hotly but also familiarly. This was the only boy I’d ever kissed.
The boy I’d loved since I was seventeen years old. The boy
that had pursued me from when we were even younger. This was the boy
that represented me in a bigger way than I ever could alone. And the man I
wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
Carefully he moved me back to the bed and followed me
down. His arms cradled me in that sweetly protective way I loved, but his mouth
never lost contact with mine.
I worshipped his mouth as he reminded me of things I
thought had died forever: desire, connection… lust. Things that were so purely
blissful, I had been certain I would never feel them again.
“Marry me, Lilly,” he whispered against my lips after more
of those endless moments where I lost track of time completely.
I laughed softly. “I already said that I would.”
His forehead rested against mine and he rocked his
head back and forth slowly. “I want you to marry me now. Today. I want to make our bond so permanent, that nothing on heaven or earth or in the
pits of hell could ever take you from me again. Marry me now.”
I swallowed against this new, beautiful reality. “I
want to be able to stand at my own wedding, Talbott. I want to be able to
shower first.”
He chuckled and I loved the vibrations of his chest. I
put my hand on his heart and closed my eyes. I savored this moment, committed
it to my everlasting memory.
“I will give you two days, Lilly.” He sounded serious.
I panicked just the tiniest bit at his firm command. “You may call Eden and
have her join you, or whoever else you want. But in two days you will be my
wife.”
“Okay.” My heart started swelling again. “Yes. In two
days, I will be your wife.”
Chapter Two
Then
“I have news,” Amory announced from the back of the
barn.
The Resistance had gathered tonight at Amory’s
request. I looked around at my fellow soldiers and felt my pride building.
I had spent most of my life lonely and afraid. But no longer. I was connected to something now. I was part
of something greater than myself.
I was no longer just an F-you from my parents to the
Kingdom. I was an active part of a rebellion trying to overthrow the unjust
Monarchy.
Sure, I was in more danger now than ever. But not by much.
Besides, I had always been in danger. My very
existence was a disgusting offense to my King. At least now my existence had
purpose. At least now I could fight for the change I believed in.
Once we were all seated in our usual places,
feeling his lips press against mine, wrapped in his arms, with the full-length
of his body touching every part of me.
I almost combusted from happiness.
I pressed my lips to his more firmly. I could tell
that he was trying to go slow and be careful with me. I knew that I was
fragile. But the thing was… I was always fragile. There was always something
wrong with me. And I was tired of it.
I was tired of being delicate and sick. I was tired of
getting kidnapped or hauled off to stupid prison. I was so tired of suffering.
And even more of being tortured.
The next person that tried to torture me was going to
get a surprise when I ripped out their heart with my bare hands.
Too much? Maybe. But that was how strongly I felt about never feeling pain again. I wasn’t one
to be cocky or full of myself, but I’d been through more than my fair share of
suffering and I was over being
experimented on.
Never again.
And I was really over having to be separated
unwillingly from Talbott.
Talbott responded immediately while I deepened the
kiss. Our mouths opened at the same time and for the first time in much too
long, I tasted him. We both groaned at the contact of our tongues against each
other, tangling together in that sweet symphony of intimacy.
Tears pricked at my eyes again, but I fought to hold
them back. I just wanted to enjoy this moment. I just wanted to revel in coming
home.
Talbott’s mouth moved
against mine hotly but also familiarly. This was the only boy I’d ever kissed.
The boy I’d loved since I was seventeen years old. The boy
that had pursued me from when we were even younger. This was the boy
that represented me in a bigger way than I ever could alone. And the man I
wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
Carefully he moved me back to the bed and followed me
down. His arms cradled me in that sweetly protective way I loved, but his mouth
never lost contact with mine.
I worshipped his mouth as he reminded me of things I
thought had died forever: desire, connection… lust. Things that were so purely
blissful, I had been certain I would never feel them again.
“Marry me, Lilly,” he whispered against my lips after more
of those endless moments where I lost track of time completely.
I laughed softly. “I already said that I would.”
His forehead rested against mine and he rocked his
head back and forth slowly. “I want you to marry me now. Today. I want to make our bond so permanent, that nothing on heaven or earth or in the
pits of hell could ever take you from me again. Marry me now.”
I swallowed against this new, beautiful reality. “I
want to be able to stand at my own wedding, Talbott. I want to be able to
shower first.”
He chuckled and I loved the vibrations of his chest. I
put my hand on his heart and closed my eyes. I savored this moment, committed
it to my everlasting memory.
“I will give you two days, Lilly.” He sounded serious.
I panicked just the tiniest bit at his firm command. “You may call Eden and
have her join you, or whoever else you want. But in two days you will be my
wife.”
“Okay.” My heart started swelling again. “Yes. In two
days, I will be your wife.”
Chapter Two
Then
“I have news,” Amory announced from the back of the
barn.
The Resistance had gathered tonight at Amory’s
request. I looked around at my fellow soldiers and felt my pride building.
I had spent most of my life lonely and afraid. But no longer. I was connected to something now. I was part
of something greater than myself.
I was no longer just an F-you from my parents to the
Kingdom. I was an active part of a rebellion trying to overthrow the unjust
Monarchy.
Sure, I was in more danger now than ever. But not by much.
Besides, I had always been in danger. My very
existence was a disgusting offense to my King. At least now my existence had
purpose. At least now I could fight for the change I believed in.
Once we were all seated in our usual places,