Page 57 of The Witch's Pet


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She gasps, grabbing the branch for support. Her hair falls forward, already tangled from my touch. The position leaves her completely exposed, vulnerable,mine.

“Beautiful…” I run my free hand down her spine. “You have no idea how irresistible you look like this.”

The rough bark has left red scrapes on her tender skin, which I want to lick.

With my foot, I nudge her legs further apart. She lets me, spreading her stance and leaving the most intimate parts of her ready for me.

“Stay like this. Don’t move until I tell you to.”

“Y-yes.”

I’m growing wet, throbbing with need as anticipation burns inside me like molten metal. The scent of her arousal meets my nose, making my head spin.

I thrust two fingers into her from behind. She’s so wet and ready for me that I slide in easily, and she welcomes me with a soft, desperate cry.

The feeling of being inside her makes the flame within me grow into a blazing fire, roaring out of control.

The forest floor beneath us pulses. Bare branches overhead shift and sway, creating shadows that dance across Hannah’s skin. Dark tendrils curl from my hands and arms. They grip her hips and wrap around her waist, holding her to me.

A little whimper escapes her, as if she’s trying to suppress the sounds of her pleasure.

“Don’t hold back,” I say. “I want to hear you scream.”

As I curl my fingers and stroke her inner walls, she obeys, crying out into the night. The noise sends a wave of pleasure through me. The dark tendrils tighten around her, leaving pink marks.

“That’s it. Take my fingers. You were made to be claimed by me.”

I stroke her inner walls again and again, drinking in her moans, making her whole body shake with the rhythm. She’s tight around my fingers, each movement drawing fresh sounds from her lips.

The ache between my legs grows unbearable.

I pull my fingers out and glide them over that sensitive pearl, which is swollen with desire. She shivers and cries out, her knees buckling. Only my grip on her waist keeps her on her feet.

“Julia—oh God—” She can barely form words, her voice broken.

I lean down to kiss and bite her back as I fuck her, my teeth finding spots that make her whimper. She tastes mouth-wateringly good. I can feel her ecstasy feeding me, her pleasure radiating through the woods.

She’s making incomprehensible sounds, a string of curses and moans flooding from her lips. Her knees weaken further, her whole body trembling as she sinks lower.

I spank her, a sharp slap that echoes through the forest. “I told you to stay until I’m finished with you, pet.”

“Y-yes,” she stammers, straightening her legs. The submission in her voice, the way she immediately obeys despite her body’s protests, sends another spike of hunger through me.

I reward her by thrusting my fingers back inside. I pull out to toy with her, then push back inside, finding a rhythm that makes her moan my name.

“I’m going to come,” she gasps between ragged breaths. “Julia—”

I pull my fingers out, denying her the release. “Good girl. Turn around.”

I spin her to face me, and she’s a vision of desperate need, her face flushed and sweaty, her hair wild, her lips swollen. I push her down onto the carpet of leaves, following her to cover her body with mine.

The cold ground makes her gasp and arch beneath me, pressing against my still-clothed body.

I straddle her hips, looking down at the beautiful creature who’s somehow become mine tonight. Her eyes are dark, her pupils wide, and there’s something almost worshipful in the way she looks up at me.

I need to make sure this is going to work. That she’s fully submitting to me.

“You’re mine, and mine alone,” I tell her, my voice rough with desire. “Say it.”