The Mystic Museum Series 5
By Loc Glin
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 30,233
Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Categories: Erotic Romance (MF), bondage, spanking, paranormal elements, HEA
On the eve of her wedding, Korina discovers the rumors of her betrothed’s hideous looks are true. Fearing the stories of his brutality are also factual she takes drastic action. The result of which lands her in an alien dimension.
Five years later she is compelled to visit Minerva’s Mystic Museum. The ‘powers that be’ have interceded giving her the chance to change that destiny.
Korina is sent home where she discovers it is the morning of her wedding day. Determined to do the right thing, she marries Adam.
Witches are not unknown to Korina, so how will she handle the curse that has divided her husband into two men?
Adam is caring and kind. Arun is, well, a bastard! Unbeknownst to her they are two halves of the whole man she has married.
Will Adam’s ugly face and Arun’s kinky sexual desires send her running home? Or, will she stay with her husband, honoring her betrothal commitment?
Does Korina have a kinky side as well?
“Thank you for being so patient with me. I
know I spent over much time with that. It’s just that I haven’t seen them in so
long, and I probably won’t see them again for some time. I wanted to enjoy it
for as long as I could.”
“You’re welcome. The annoyance I was
feeling has been washed away by the joy I see on your lovely face at this
moment.”
He raised her hand to his lips and was
pleased that she didn’t flinch when he kissed it. She’d moaned when he’d raised
her veil and kissed her. At the time, he’d thought she was trying to control
her distaste for him. Now, as he continued to look at her, he realized that her
smile was genuinely warm, so maybe he’d been mistaken about the moan. He could
hope and dream that that was true.
“Shall we?” he asked.
She nodded, and he proudly led her into the
reception hall.
The room erupted in applause and then
became silent as they reached the center of the dance floor. It was as if every
breath was being held as they began the marriage dance.
He stood in front of her, spread his legs,
and put fisted hands on his hips. She stared straight ahead, as was her part in
the dance. He moved around her, swaying and dipping his shoulders to the music,
all the time examining her. Adam’s eyes traveled up and down her body.
When he’d finally completed his inspection,
he stopped in front of her once again. Their eyes met and their gazes locked,
as was part of the dance.
He raised one hand from his hip and snapped
his fingers. Two flower girls scampered across the floor. They unfastened the
clasps holding the long train to the flowing skirt of the wedding gown. He
removed the train and relinquished it to one of the flower girls. Next, he
removed the veil from Korina’s head and handed it to the other girl. The girls
proudly strutted off the dance floor, one carrying the train, the other the
veil.
The music changed, and the dance began in
earnest. With their gazes locked, he moved closer to her. Standing inches apart,
he looked down into her upturned face. Her lovely eyes were still engaged with
his as they would remain for the entire dance.
Adam barely had to bend his neck to achieve
the required distance. Korina moved her head slightly to the side as if
preparing for a kiss. Their lips were mere a hair’s width apart.
He raised his right arm into position, and
she placed her hand into his. Adam placed his left palm on the small of her
back and pressed her into him. She was warm and soft. He could not stop his
body from responding to her.
Her breasts pressed into his chest, making
him aware of their perfect roundness. This woman excited him, and would wonders
never cease, she was his wife. He moved her through the required steps,
marveling at her grace and composure. She seemed to possess maturity beyond
which her years would allow. Her body began to relax as it gave itself over to
the rhythm of the music. The hazel eyes he’d beheld at the church, and on the
reception line, had changed into a warm, passion-filled green.
Passion for the dance, or for him, he
wondered. She was in Adam’s arms, not Arun’s. Because of that he reasoned it
must be for the dance. His ugly face could not ignite the excitement and desire
he saw in her eyes.
When the dance ended, and they were permitted to break eye and body contact, they were loath to do so. Korina was taking deep breaths. He could see the blood pumping through the veins on her neck. He wanted to kiss them to feel the force of it. If he didn’t know better, he would swear she was filled with sexual lust. He knew he was. His cock was pounding so frantically, he felt she must be aware of it pressing into her groin. They stood there oblivious to the murmurs circulating through the room.
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