Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)

by Jennifer Chipman

That was all I could hope for. A joyful life. Love. And maybe that was the dangerous thing about dreams. They always left you wanting more.

“I didn’t kidnap her if that’s what you’re implying. She came willingly.” I gave her a choice. She’d always had a choice. And she always would have one. If she didn’t want to be here with me, I’d let her go. It would hurt, but I’d do it. No matter what I’d said.

She was my light in the dark, even if I’d grown accustomed to living in the shadows all these years.

I’d been waiting for her for a lifetime, but the moment she entered the hall, I knew I would have waited for the rest of my existence for her. For just a moment in her light.

“I’m going to kiss you now, wife,” I whispered against her lips, and then the rest of the world faded away as we came together. As I kissed her like no one was watching. Like no one else existed in the world. Nothing would ever feel as right as this.

Everything felt sharper now like someone had applied a filter to the world. My senses were all working in hyper-drive, but all I could see, feel, and hear was him. “How did I get so lucky to find you?” he murmured against my lips before kissing me again, and I’d forgotten that there were hundreds of people watching us, that we were in the middle of our wedding because the entire world ceased to exist except for him and me.

She didn’t have to tell me what she needed. We were one soul, one heart, living in two bodies. Her thoughts were my thoughts. Her wants were my wants.