"What I asked you," she said, her tentative voice parroting her sudden anxiety.
His hand slid up the white silk over her stomach slowly. "Mmm," he murmured as his hand cupped one of her full breasts. "You wanting me to bite you," he said, more of a statement than a question but she nodded watching him carefully. His eyes were on hers still as he ran a thumb over her nipple, a zing of pleasure even with the thin material between their skin. She wondered what it would feel like skin to skin. "I will," he finally said.
She smiled but then her smile stopped when he added, "Just not yet. You're not ready for that yet."
"What-"
But before she could ask her question she felt his warm hand close around her bare breast. He'd slipped it under her nightgown and the sensation of his rough, hot skin against her aching skin made all thoughts stop.
"But you're ready for this," he rumbled out of his chest as one of his hands gripped her hip in a harsh hold, pulling her down onto his lap, his hardness rubbing against that deeply aching spot.
She gasped at the sensation, needing more, needing him.
"Unbutton my pants, love," he rasped as he continued moving her up and down against him, watching her face with a fierce need to see her come undone because of him. His hand worked her breast, taking care with the stiff peak that he wished he could see, but he couldn't bring himself to fully uncover her yet.
He wanted her like this, a wild witch in her white nightgown and her long hair wild around shoulders bared from a slipped robe. She shimmered here in the woods underneath the sky that held her magic.
Later, he would have her naked, all of her skin unwrapped for him to explore. In his bed. In his kitchen. On the rooftop garden with the vines of ivy and butterfly bushes her background as he took her, wrenching his name from her lips.
He jerked when he felt her hand slide into his pants, her small hand soft and tentative against where he was hard and needy.
He cursed under his breath as he watched her watch what her hand was doing to him. Still unsure and light, she was going to kill him.
Before he could tell her to take him in her hand, she surprised him when she dropped down and scooted down his body, hermouth taking him inside the wet heat, not wasting any time sucking and drawing out a groan and a curse from him.
He looked down, mouth agape as she sucked him, slowly, hard, and then fast until he was squeezing his eyes shut and trying to stave off the pleasure. At some point he must have drove both hands into her thick hair, the silk strands wrapping around his fingers as he held her to him.
Another curse and then he pulled her off of him and hauled her up his body in an effortless move.
Her shocked face made him grin which quickly turned to a savage heated look when he felt her wet heat directly against his erection where moments before he watched in awe as this beautiful witch sucked him until near completion.
"Keep your eyes on mine," he told her and she nodded, her hands on his shoulders as she wiggled on his lap, the shock pulling out that growl she was becoming addicted to and she felt her lips curl in a pleased smile but then her mouth was covered with his hot and demanding one. He had one hand nearly wrapped around her throat holding her still for his mouth's plunder.
She felt handled and it was driving something inside of her to melt and need him to take from her. She lightly bit his bottom lip to test him, to cajole him.
And he answered with a growled curse and by tightening his grip on both her throat and her hip as he pushed himself inside of her.
It was a slow, deep, intense slide inside of her. She hadn't had sex in a while, but even if she had, she would still marvel at how well he filled her, stretched her.
She buried her face in his neck, smelling earth, sweat and that smell of his that was somehow both dark and fresh.
Once he was fully seated inside of her, they paused there, breaths heavy and wrapping around each other. She felt himslide one, large hand up into her hair and he whispered darkly in her ear,"I knew you would fit me. Just like this." He punctuated the last three words with deep thrusts pulling out a soft cry from her. He used the hand in her hair to pull lightly until he could see her face as he moved his hips up and down, up and down.
Her pleasure, the pleasure he was giving her, was glowing under the forest sky. He could look at this forever.
He wanted to.
He needed to taste her skin. He needed more, but for tonight he would just take this; his bare teeth lightly scraping up her neck slowly as he drew in a deep breath where the skin was dancing with her heartbeat.
He wanted this.
But as he took her body, made her whimper and grip his shoulders like she would never let go, he lightly kissed the skin before he released it.
And then he reached down to lightly circle her clit making her gasp, her fingers flex, her body go tight. He asked her to come for him.
And she let go. Her head tipped back and open face worshipping the spilled sugar sky, the treetops.
When he joined her he tipped his own head back to join her worship as he opened his mouth, fangs flashing as he groaned.
