Chapter 58
Passion
“Back so soon?” Karson opened the door on our arrival. He was freshly showered. Beads of water glistened off his dark hair. He wore a white fitted shirt, which made his skin look fresh and tanned. His jeans fit like they were tailored especially for him.
The sight of him made my heart to beat in nervous excitement. He glanced at Dahlia. She walked stiffly, but her back had straightened, at least. Somewhat.
“She nearly killed me,” she said dryly, “I wouldn’t fuck with her if I were you.”
Karson looked at me and frowned.
Thoughts burned through my head. I was a fighter. Born to help protect the waters. Skills I knew nothing about because of a spelled ring. Thanks, Mom, I could have used those skills a hundred times. Someone apparently wanted me dead at some stage, could be a month, could be a year. I could be dead before my twenty-third birthday. Cheers to living in the moment then.
Karson hates witches. I’m a witch.
All of it left me with a profound sense of overwhelming desire to remove myself from the realities of an incomprehensible supernatural world.
“I think I need a drink,” I murmured.
Karson glanced at his watch. “It’s only ten. It’s a little early. I would think you’ll be smashed by twelve.”
“More like eleven,” Dahlia responded, pulling the car door open like it weighed two-hundred pounds. “I’ve seen her drink, she’s a lightweight.”
I had no argument there. “Want me to drive you home?”
“Nope, all good. I’ll be back tomorrow after lunch. Make sure he’s gone.” She indicated with her head to Karson. She lowered herself slowly into her black car and pulled her legs in one at a time with her hands. I winced just witnessing her pain. I watched until her car disappeared out of sight, both numb and profoundly disturbed.
“I don’t think she likes you very much,” I said, turning back to Karson with a wry smile.
“Shame, the table at thanksgiving will be empty.”
“Perhaps one day you’ll grow on her.” I doubted it.
His eyes danced. “I’d like to grow on you, or in you, at least.”
I lit up inside. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?” I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Oh, I think you know.”
“Nope, I think you better show me.”
He swept me into his arms and we flew upstairs, the sound of my giggles trailing behind.
He opened the door to the bedroom, carried me through and laid me down on the bed. In a swift move he had my t-shirt and crop top off. I sat up and reached for him. He pushed me back to the bed. I reached for him again.
“No,” he breathed into my ear. “I told you I’m going to devour you. Lay there like a good girl for me.”
His words were a bit corny, they shouldn’t have done anything to me. But for some reason lust bolted through my veins. My nipples tightened, and my vagina ached with want. He placed a few light kisses on my neck. His hand pulled at my leggings, scooping down my underpants as he went. He kissed my breasts, my stomach, my hip. I kicked off my shoes and used my feet to remove the leggings completely. He paused and stared at my body. His eyes clambered over my breasts like they were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. I trembled under his heart stealing gaze.
He lowered his lips back to my neck, and licked upwards. A soft tickle fondled my skin until he found the base of my ear. He sucked and nibbled against the tip of the lobe. I arched back and shivered. I clutched my legs around his hips, stoking my fingers down the sides of his arms, to his back. My fingers clawed into his back, urging him up higher. His hardness pressed against the warmth of my inner thigh.
“I want you,” I breathed.
He pulled himself off me. My body cried out for him. I yanked at his back. He grabbed one hand, then the other; lifting them back above my head. His tongue circled my nipple, it peaked, and I moaned.
“Have patience, Amelia, first I want to taste you,” he crooned.
The sound of his voice sent desire throbbing through me so strongly I could barely contain myself. But I was pinned and unable to move, helpless to respond, bar the arching of my hips. I pushed up to meet his hard cock. His lips crushed against mine. A moan escaped me. His tongue circled mine in a slow, easy dance. Then his lips left mine, traced down my jawline, down the front of my neck, to my chest. He paused there to gently flick his tongue in a circular motion over my hardened nipples.
