Chapter Twenty-Three
This was not how Arthur had planned for his night to go. He’d taken a cold shower trying to chill the fever that had taken over him since that kiss. That kiss when he’d finally taken her into his arms and had the first of many tastes.
Arthur had planned to take it slow with her. She was an innocent, though she’d kissed him like she’d been hungering for him for years, centuries.
It had been first a nibble. Then she’d taken a bite out of him. And now she wanted the full course. That was not on the planned menu.
But when did anything ever go as planned with Morgan? The witch never did as she was told. Well, she’d have to learn to mind him now that she would be his wife. And that lesson would start now.
Morgan reached out to touch him.
Arthur caught her hand. Was it
