He stalked toward me, a feral look overtaking his features. “I don’t want to talk,” he said as he stripped off his trousers, shirt, and bootssurprisingly quickly. “Not when there are so many more enjoyable things I can do with you.”
His mouth crashed into mine, his naked body hovering over me, and instinctively, my legs wrapped around his back as his cock teased my entrance. I moaned at the feel of his head pushing into me, wanting him so badly that it felt like I might burst.
I tilted my pelvis up while our mouths clashed together in a frenzy. Godwitches, he drove me wild in ways I’d never imagined a man could.
His large hands gripped my waist, and he flipped me over onto my stomach, his heavy weight on top of me as his hands explored the swell of my breasts down the sides of my torso and to my hips.
“Godwitches, you’re fucking delectable,” he murmured into my ear, my skin alight with his touch. “Now get that ass in the air.”
I did as he asked, his weight lifting off me as I raised up onto all fours. He rumbled with approval, his thumbs kneading my hips, then roaming down the curve of my ass, spreading me open.
“You’re so wet.”
“I’ve been waiting for you all night.” I gasped as the tip of his cock once again teased my entrance. “Thinking about all the ways you could make me come.”
He shoved into me, and I cried out, reached forward to grab the headboard as he pumped, his thick length stretching me open, going deep and hitting all the right spots. “Wolfe. Oh, Wolfe.”
“Touch yourself,” he commanded.
I kept one hand on the headboard, the other coming down to my wet folds, my fingers finding my center and rubbing the spot that was throbbing.
He slowed his rhythm, his cock sliding out of me so that I could feel every single inch. He slid out, and I heard rustling. Looking behind me, I found him leaning down, ready to bury his face between my legs. His tongue flicked against my center, then pushed inside as I started rubbing faster, harder, so much pressure building that I needed to release before I exploded. I stopped rubbing to grab the headboard with my other hand, his tongue continuing to ravage me.
He pushed his tongue deeper, then slid it out, swiping it up my center over and over again, punishing and exactly what I needed. My release came hard and swift.
I cried his name, the orgasm rocking through my body while his tongue continued to swirl over my center. He pushed his tongue harder, refusing to let up, and I convulsed with a final wave slamming over me until all I could do was clutch the headboard and pant.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said. “I could eat that pussy all night.” He pushed his cock back inside me, and I wiggled my ass against him, matching his movements as he slammed into me over and over, his breathing growing more uneven.
I wanted to make him come as hard as I had, and I moved my pelvis up and down, already feeling a growing pressure again. Godwitches, the way my body reacted to him felt insane sometimes.
“Fuck,” he dragged out. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
I loved hearing those words, and I twisted around, wanting to see him as he came undone. He closed his eyes, his mouth opening, and he looked so unworldly, so beautiful in this moment, so free. His cock pulsed inside me, and I kept moving as he stilled, wringing every drop of his release from him until he was panting and trembling behind me, hands gripping me so tight.
“Fuck, that was amazing.” He slid out and collapsed onto his stomach, and I lay down beside him, trailing my fingers over his muscled back.
“That will definitely need an encore.” I reached over and kissed him.
“Give me a moment, woman. My cock is going to need some time to recover from that.”
I laughed. “Actually, I have something to show you,” I said. “I think you were a little too lust-crazed to notice a new addition to my body.”
He shot up, brows furrowing. “What happened? Are you okay?”
I sat up, too, flipping my hair over my shoulder, and his gaze landed on the little tattoo on my forearm.
“You got your key?” His face broke out into one of those rare smiles. “I knew you would.”
“It happened right after you left the library today. I think the castle had a plan all along.”
He shook his head. “What plan?”
I bit my lip, thinking over it. “I think it knew I needed time. If it had accepted me right when I’d arrived to Fairwitch, I’d have never pushed myself outside my comfort zone. I wouldn’t have asked to train with you, I wouldn’t have challenged myself to face my fears.”
His gaze softened, and he traced the little golden key, a shiver running through me at the pad of his rough thumb grazing my skin.
“How did things go with your family?” My stomach did a little flip at the question. I hoped it hadn’t been a disaster, that he hadn’t needed me to distract him from the evening, even if that was the best sex I’d ever had in my life.
