But he wasn’t listening. And suddenly, neither was she, as he slowly withdrew from her body. He was still semi-hard, and now that they were past the peak, she had no idea how the hell he’d fit inside her. She moaned at the sudden release of pressure as more of his release spilled out of her.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, and she figured he was enjoying the view. She didn’t bother looking. Her cheek was plastered to the papers, and she was too relaxed to open her eyes. “Maybe I’ll make you stay like that for a while.”
“Don’t you dare, Murmur …”
Another drop of his cum slid out of her. They both moaned.
Okay, maybe she’d stay for a bit. Just a tiny bit. As long as he stood there staring at her.
“Spread yourself open for me,” he said.
She did it. She reached back with both hands and pulled herself open, causing more of that hot fluid to leak out of her. Being fully exposed with cum all over her legs felt equal parts erotic and embarrassing.
She heard Murmur shift behind her as he crouched, and then his hands were at her core, spreading her labia apart, careful not to catch her with his claws. She moaned.
And then he trailed his tongue through her soaking wet flesh once more.
He licked up her pussy, tasting his own cum, and then traveled back down and swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit.
“Oh mygod.” Her toes curled inside her boots.
“No god here,” Murmur said between long licks. “Just me.”
It didn’t take long before she started to come. It was a lazy orgasm, like her muscles were too tired to bother with the full deal, but it still jolted through her system like a shot of ecstasy injected through her clit.
“You’re dirty,” she breathed as he stood again.
“And you’re dripping,” he purred, bending over her to whisper in her ear. He straightened. “You can stand now, witchling.”
She planted her palms on the table and stood. Her knees immediately buckled, but he was there, scooping her into his arms. She was a mess. His cum was still running out of her and probably all over him. And her pants were still bunched at her knees. Again: embarrassing.
But apparently, she didn’t have the capacity to experience that emotion right now, because she just looked into his eyes and asked, “Are you going to take care of me now, demon?”
He smiled in response, already striding out of the library. Her heart warmed when he turned into his room instead of continuing down the stairs. She refused to consider why.
BOUNDANDDETERMINED
MURMUR CRAWLED OVER THE WITCH IN HIS BED. HE’Dstripped her pants and boots off before laying her down, and he let his gaze feast on every delectable inch of her naked body. Her lightly tanned skin, her dark nipples and small breasts, her midnight hair spread across the pillows … She was exquisite.
She reached for him, so he let his souls rise, their cold hands seizing her wrists and pinning them down above her head. He smiled as she struggled to break free, her eyes going from wide to heated when she saw how much it aroused him to restrain her.
“Methinks you have a kink, Murmur,” she teased, relaxing into her ghostly bonds.
He lowered himself over her, kissing her and teasing his tongue against hers. “You’re naked and wet and completely at my mercy. Can you blame me?”
She groaned as he fit himself between her spread thighs, andwhatever reply she might have given was lost beneath her pleasured cry as his hardened shaft slipped into that perfect notch.
“Are you sore?” he asked, barely controlling himself from thrusting forward.
“Yes, but—”
He groaned in dismay, but he wouldn’t hurt her. The pleasure he felt was solely because it was her pleasure too. There would be no enjoyment if she wasn’t right there with him.
“—I don’t care,” she finished on a sigh, restoring his hope.
He stilled. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Fuck—!”
