The Touch of the Outcast_A Gothic Mystery Romance

by Amalia Altman

  “I know,” Julian said, sitting down next to her on the bed. She allowed him to do so, but when he leaned in to kiss her she pulled away.

  “I’m sorry, Elise,” Julian said, looking into her eyes. “I didn’t believe you. I didn’t know how to believe you.”

  “You could have just trusted me,” she said, her voice growing angry.

  “I know,” he said again. “I was afraid. Of you and your powers. I didn’t want to believe in them.”

  Elise stared at him, her eyes searching his.

  “My family didn’t believe me, either. ,” Elise said. “I lost them. All of them.”

  Julian touched her cheek, her lips, and leaned in to kiss her softly. He was relieved when she responded by sucking on his bottom lip, then tasting his mouth with her tongue. She melted against him as they kissed, Julian focusing all of his thoughts on how much he loved her, how badly he wanted to keep her forever.

  “You’ll never lose me,” he said, tracing her cheek with his fingers, kissing her again and again. She melted into him, wrapping her arms around his body and pulling him on top of her. Julian kissed her again, then brought his mouth to her neck as he slipped out of the towel that was wrapped around his body. He pulled her gown up over her hips, sliding her legs apart, aiming himself between them as he took her mouth in a kiss. Elise whimpered as he slid his cock deep inside of her channel, filling her completely, beginning to rock in and out.

  “I love you,” he said to her out loud, even as he told her with his thoughts. “Elise, I love you.”

  She kissed him, whimpering against his lips, her hips rising and falling beneath his. She felt desperate and needy, her body hungry as she rode against him, allowing him to fill her over and over again.

  “Tell me again, my lord,” she whispered, her fingers digging into his back. The skin had healed, and the only sensation he felt at her nails there was pleasure as she scraped them down, her channel tight and wet around his cock.

  “I love you,” he breathed, and she smiled and told him the same. They rocked together slowly for a long time, their hips grinding together, both of them breathless and relentless in their craving. Julian’s body was worn out far before he reluctantly stopped for the night, filling her with his come before pulling out and placing her head onto his chest. Elise breathed softly against him, kissing his shoulder, lifting her face to look into his eyes with a sly smile on her lips.

  “So where’s my ring, my lord?” she asked him. Julian raised his eyebrows.

  “How—“

  “You think so loudly,” she said, giggling. “It’s not my fault you thought about it.”

  Julian grumbled, sliding naked out of bed and walking over to where his trousers were on the floor, soaked in blood. He grimaced as he pulled the ring box out and opened it, pulling out the ring and looking at it as it sparkled in the light. He brought it over to the bed and slid in next to Elise, holding the ring out to her. Julian watched her face as it lit up in a smile. She met his eye as she took the ring.

  “Does this mean you’re going to treat me like a proper lady?” she asked.

  Julian grinned at her, shaking his head.

  “No, Elise,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss her as he took the ring from her hands. He slipped it on her finger, kissing her cheek as she held her hand up to examine the ring in the light.

  “You’re not a lady,” he said, and she raised an eyebrow at him.

  “No?” she asked, a half -grin on her pretty lips. Julian shook his head and kissed her, closing his eyes as he breathed her in.

  “No, baby,” he said in a soft voice, nuzzling her neck as she smiled. “No, you’re a witch.”

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