Let me touch you.
Something rippled through him, something just as powerful as the possessiveness that had gripped him. It was his desire reasserting itself.
Had he not wondered over and over again how it would feel to have her hands upon his body? Touching, exploring, pleasuring… Had he not spent the darkest hours of these past nights fighting the urge to stare at her sleeping form and envisioneverythingthey could do, every way they could join?
“I will release you.” Nyte dragged the tip of a fang over her nipple as he met her gaze. “But you remain mine, witch.”
“Yes,” she breathed, trembling. “I’m yours, Nyte.”
Fuck.
Growling, he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked, wringing another moan from her. With a final, lingering caress, the shadows around her limbs dissipated, their magic flowing back into him.
As soon as she was released, her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands delved into his hair, clutching at the strands as she gripped the bases of his horns. The slight pain from those tugs only heightened his need.
Now. He needed to be inside her now.
Letting go of her nipple with a final nip of his fangs, Nyte pushed himself up, forcing her to let go of his head. Her hands fell to his shoulders and smoothed down his chest, where her fingers toyed with his nipples and their piercings.
Pleasure surged through him, making his cock throbinsistently against her wet cunt. He bared his clenched teeth as he struggled to restrain himself.
The simplest of touches from her were nearly enough to undo him.
His gaze met hers. She stared up at him, her half-lidded eyes dark blue and smoldering, her hair a silver halo around her head. She was a vision of beauty in a way the immortal world could never match, every tiny imperfection only enhancing her loveliness.
Holding eye contact, he leaned over her, one hand propped on the bed as he wrapped the other around the base of his cock, aligning its head with her entrance. She caught lower lip with her teeth. Nyte didn’t miss the way her gaze dipped toward the point where their bodies were about to connect.
By all the hells, that lustful anticipation was tantalizing.
But then her eyes flared. “You…you haveridges.”
Nyte chuckled. “Mmm, the better to please you with, my dear little witch.”
Slowly, he pushed into her. Her sex wrapped around his shaft, snug but welcoming, taking him inch by inch into her hot, wet depths.
Ember’s lashes fluttered, and her lips parted with a shuddering breath, but she didn’t look away from him as he pressed deeper.
A low growl rumbled from his chest. He slammed his hands down on the bed to either side of Ember’s head, curling his claws into the bedding. He’d felt her from within with his tongue and fingers, had experienced her tightness, her heat, but it had been nothing compared to this. The feel of her clamped around his cock was at once maddening torture and rapturous bliss.
Nyte snapped his hips forward, thrusting into her until she’d taken every last bit of him. Ember’s head tilted back, hisname spilling from her lips. His grip on the bedding tightened as pleasure quaked through him, shaking his being to his very core, and his tail whipped around her ankle and coiled tight.
“Your cock feels so good inside me.” Ember scoured her nails down his chest as she parted her thighs farther, taking him deeper.
Nyte shuddered. “And you, witch… You feel divine.”
Her hands cradled his jaw, and even that touch sent a delightful flare of sensation through him. She pulled his head down until their mouths were a hairsbreadth apart. “Say my name.”
He searched her eyes, seeking…what? Deception? Selfishness? Some reason to deny her? But as he stared, he found himself only more lost in her gaze, more lost in her. If the connection he felt to this mortal woman was a ploy, if it was a farce, he’d accept it just to experience these feelings a little longer.
Grazing his lips across hers, he rasped, “Ember.”
He felt her smile before she closed her eyes and pressed her mouth to his. Groaning, he returned the kiss with a hunger that belied his outward calm. And she opened to him without hesitation, allowing him to deepen the kiss, to claim her mouth as fully as he was her body.
Banding his arms around her, Nyte rolled onto his back, taking her along until she sat astride him. She moaned as her body settled upon him, her sex clenching around his cock.
With a hiss, Nyte slid his hands to her hips and turned his mouth to her ear. “Ride me, witch.”
She lifted her head and pushed the hair out of her face to meet his gaze, propping her hands on his chest.
