Chapter 7

Edric met her eyes and nodded. His Witch was sexy as hell, and she tasted divine. He couldn’t wait to get the full experience of her without barriers.

He kicked the door shut behind them, carrying her the entire way to her bed. She weighed next to nothing compared to him. Edric was near three-hundred pounds of rock-hard muscle. Big as a damn house.

Joselyn was perfection in his arms. He could’ve kicked himself for making her think she was fat. She was full and round, soft and firm, everything a woman, his woman, should be. Edric had been a warrior most of his life, but all of that went out of his head when he looked at her. This was why he’d been born. To love her.

Her olive toned skin matched his own, though in truth he was a shade darker. Her long hair curled softly over her shoulders, almost black in color he wanted to bury his nose in her soft tresses and breathe her in. But that was for later.