"Mmm…" The sound of Marc's sexy voice had her convulsing in pleasure and her legs opened further to reveal dark curls and slick skin than began to pulse.
"With me, Brady!" Angela demanded hoarsely as the first wave of fierce light exploded through her body.
"Uuhhh!" Marc arched, grip freezing as he released wildly at her climax. "Yeah!"
Coming down first, Angela immediately rolled over, pulling the blanket up. She'd thought to face fear or even guilt, but there was only a huge relief as her body continued to jerk and twitch in satisfaction. She was free now.
Very unsure of her mood, Marc cleaned himself up and kept his mouth shut. He blew out the candle and moved toward his side of the bed, intending to give her some space to think. He was surprised when she held the blanket back and smiled at him.
"After that, I think it's probably okay to ask if you'll hold me while we sleep."
His heart skipped a beat and he grinned as he eased into the bed with her. This was what he wanted the most, what he had longed for at night.
Sated, the Witch and old Angela went away a bit, pushed back by the new person emerging. This new woman belonged to herself, wasn't so afraid to take chances that she forgot to live, and Angela smiled, tight against Brady's hard chest. She fell asleep listening to his heartbeat for the first time in fifteen years.
Marc didn't sleep at all - just held her and remembered.
Listening from the next bedroom, Lenore was disappointed, but she would keep her word and let them go with no trouble, sure the minute they were out of sight, she would forget about the handsome couple. There was trouble on the horizon for all of them. The giantess could feel it coming, and she didn't think she would see them again…at least not alive.