He watched my face as he thrust into me, his cock stretching me to my absolute limit. “You want to touch me?”
“Yes,” I cried. I wanted to run my hands over his chest, his shoulders, his hair. I wanted to anchor myself against his onslaught.
He relented, leaning forward to untie the fabric around my wrists.
My shoulders twinged when my arms were finally free, blood flow returning to my fingers.
I dug my fingers into his hair, untying his mask, yanking it from his face. I tossed it across the room. It was a relief to see his face again. He was smiling wickedly at me.
I yanked his mouth down to mine. His lips were hot and soft, and his tongue was even softer. He devoured my mouth as he pounded into my pussy, overwhelming my senses and filling me with nothing but him.
I threw my arms around his neck, desperate to hold him close. My breasts pressed against his chest.
After long blissful moments, when I felt the release creeping up on me again, he rolled, flipping us over and pulling me on top of him. My knees settled on either side of his hips as he sprawled beneath me. I braced my hands on his stomach.
This new position changed the angle of our bodies in averyinteresting way. His piercing stroked that perfect spot deep inside of me, sending jolts down my spine. I shifted experimentally.
Pleasure churned in my belly.
Tandor spoke. “Even better than I imagined.” He grabbed my ass, lifting me on his cock before pulling me back down again, helping me ride him.
I threw my head back and groaned. “What are you talking about?” My thighs worked as I established a rhythm that made my bones feel malleable.
His fingers clenched on my ass. “I’ve been thinking about you like this since that night at the inn.”
Surprised, I laughed. “I thought we were never speaking about that again.”
He bucked his hips, hitting me impossibly deeper. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
“I’ve been thinking about it too,” I admitted on a breathy exhale.
Tandor growled, grasping me by the hips and taking over, holding me still while he thrust his hips up into me. His pace was brutal. Wild.
I was boneless, unable to move, unable to breathe. My mouth fell open on a silent scream.
Finally, agonizingly, I fell over the edge. The orgasm ripped the air from my lungs and shattered me into a million pieces as Tandor continued to fuck me, muttering praises under his breath.
As I came back to my body, Tandor’s muscles clenched, a strangled shout escaping his throat. He released into me, his cock pulsating as he continued his shallow thrusts. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise.
I hoped they would bruise—I wanted the reminder for later.
When my body stopped twitching and Tandor finally caught his breath, I lifted myself off him and settled into the bed beside his massive form. His bed was so much bigger than mine. We fit perfectly.
I rolled to face him to find him already looking at me. The coal lining his eyes was smeared.
I grinned. “Happy Hallow’s Eve.”
He smiled back. He reached out to brush my hair from my forehead. “Happy Hallow’s Eve, little witch.” He leaned forward and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to my lips. My mouth felt swollen.
I wriggled closer, pressing my face into his chest. He engulfed me in an embrace. His body curled around mine.
His heart beat loud and strong against my cheek.
After long, comfortable moments, I spoke again. My voice was quiet and sleepy. “You kidnapped me.”
A laugh rumbled in his chest. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“I’m flattered,” I mumbled. “But you could have just asked.”
