He lowered his hand back down her stomach and paused above her mound. She could feel the dripping wetness gathering in between her thighs, and Ena wanted nothing more but to have him inside her. Any part of him. Right the fuck now.
But instead, he teased her as he took one long finger and gently stroked her right down her center. He did it again, and again, and again, until she thought she might explode right then and there. She whimpered and squirmed against him, begging him wordlessly for more.
He chuckled darkly at her unabashed desire. “Ena,” he whispered into her ear, “I want you to hear me.”
She turned her face towards him so she could see him. His gaze locked on to hers. His eyes were dark with desire and his pupils blown wide, as if they were trying to take in everything they could, absorbing every part of her body as she lay half undressed and writhing before him.
“I’ve thought of you every single day for nine years.” He sunk one long finger into her. “I’ve pictured your face when I took others to bed.” He brushed his thumb over her clit, swirling in tight circles. “I think of you every time I fuck my own hand.” He started to move his finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster. When he sunk a second finger in, the heel of his hand now perfectly hit her clit as he moved his fingers in and out in the perfect rhythm. Ena’s eyes started to close, her pleasure building, her orgasm getting closer and closer as she rocked into him.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Ena did as she was told and opened her eyes again to look at him, and the intensity she saw on his face made her not want to look away again. She knew he wanted to see.
“I’ve dreamt of you for nine years. You’re mine. Do you hear me? You’remine.” His words pushed her over the edge, and she kept her eyes on him as her climax shattered through her.
She clenched tightly around his fingers as she shouted, “Yes! Fuck…yes, Ty.”I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,she thought to herself, all of her walls and hesitation having been shattered by his words and her orgasm.
He continued to move his fingers slowly in and out, wringing every last drop from her pleasure. When he finally pulled his hand away, Ena was breathing heavily, but she could still feel his rock-hard cock pressed against her back, and the tightness in his body. She turned around in his arms so she was facing him and slowly lowered her hands to stroke it gently over his pants. He groaned and bucked into her as they locked eyes again.
Ena could tell they weren’t done. Not even close. Nine years was a long time to wait for more of this.
“Get on your knees,” Ty told her, his gaze filled his raging desire.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, her lips quirking slightly.
Ty growled, then moved with her as she sat up and went to the edge of the bed.
There was a loud knock on the door.
They both froze, their heads swiveling to the door as if they couldn’t possibly have heard correctly. Then they heard a voice—
“Ty! You in there?”
It was Steig.
Chapter Twenty-Three
EnaandTylookedat each other, then frantically moved to fix their clothes and stand up.
“Coming!” Ty replied angrily. He clearly had tried to keep his voice steady, but even she could tell it sounded annoyed and tight with unspent desire.
Ena glanced at the window and could just barely see the early-dawn light peeking out from behind the curtains. It was morning already? She smoothed her shift and went to sit down casually on the chair as Ty threw on a shirt and strode to the door, pulling it open.
Steig stood in the doorway with a concerned, suspicious look on his face. He glanced over at Ena, then back at Ty, who was standing in front of him.
“Can I speak to you in the hallway for a minute?” he asked, his voice clipped.
Ty glanced at Ena, his eyes flicking briefly to the window behind her. She knew he didn’t like leaving her alone and was considering whether there was a chance she’d run again, but heclearly decided it wasn’t likely, so he closed the door behind him and stepped out into the hallway.
The door wasn’t very soundproof. Their voices were muffled slightly, but Ena could hear Steig clearly when he spoke in a hushed voice.
“What the fuck did I just interrupt?”
“It was nothing. We were sleeping,” Ty replied defensively.
“Don’t give me that shit. I could sense the lust leaking from that room a mile away. What the fuck are you doing? Do you just have a thing for witches or something? Please don’t tell me this is some mommy-abandonment shit…”
“What? No! I don’t…I don’t have athingfor witches. It’s…” She heard Ty release a big sigh. “Okay, look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this earlier, but it’sher. She’s the same witch.”
