This wasn’t the desperate panic of the cave. This was deliberate. Intentional. A choice we were both making with clear minds and open eyes.
His teeth caught my lower lip, and I gasped, feeling him smile against my mouth before he deepened the kiss. “Tell me this is a terrible idea.”
“It is.” My hands found his hair, holding him close instead of pushing away. “The worst idea we’ve ever had.”
“Good.” He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, and the heat in his gaze made my knees weak. “Because I’m done pretending I don’t want this. Want you. In every way that matters and several that probably don’t.”
The confession broke something inside me. Some last wall I’d been maintaining between us. I reached up to lock my fingers behind his neck as I kissed him like it were my final hour and he, my last rite.
His hands were rough and eager as he gripped the clasp of my cloak and tore it away. His fingers found the buttons of my coat, one by one, peeling it open with an agonizing slowness that made my breath stagger. It joined the cloak on the floor, and within seconds, all of my clothing had followed. Never in my life had I been more grateful that the Phoenix mark was only a crescent scar on my left shoulder blade.
He stepped back for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he drank me in, every inch of my naked, trembling body. My nipples hardened against the cool air, and I pressed my thighs together in a futile attempt to hide the slickness already soaking my core.
“Absolutely no hiding now, little witch,” he said, pushing my legs apart.
He wanted me bare, raw, trembling under his gaze, and Furies help me, I was.
“Now, watch.”
It wasn’t a request; it was an order, and I wanted to obey. My gaze snapped to his hands as they moved to the buttons of his jacket, slow and deliberate, each movement calculated to draw my attention, to stoke the fire burning low in my belly. The buttons came undone one by one. With a flick of his wrists, he shrugged the jacket off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap of black fabric.
My pulse throbbed between my legs as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the expanse of his chest. It was a battlefield, every inch of it. Between the silver scars and most recent wound, now pink, but healing.
“Eyes here,” he growled, snapping my attention back to his face. His lips curled into a smirk, cruel and knowing.
His hands moved to the front of his trousers, and again my gaze fell. My breath hitched, my chest rising and falling rapidly as he unfastened his belt, the leather sliding free with a hiss thatmade my legs tremble. The button popped open next, a sound impossibly loud in the silence. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, and my mouth went dry, my tongue darting out to wet my lips as anticipation coiled tight in my gut.
He didn’t rush, the bastard. No, he dragged it out, letting the fabric inch down his hips agonizingly slow, revealing the thick, pulsing length of his cock.
When he wrapped his hand around his cock, I whimpered, the sound escaping before I could stop it. He smirked, his fist tightening around the base as he gave himself a slow stroke, the skin sliding smoothly over the hard ridge of his shaft. “This is what you want, isn’t it? You want to feel this inside you, stretching you open, fucking you until you scream?”
I nodded, my mouth opening to respond, but he cut me off with a sharp, “Quiet.”
Then he dropped to his knees, hands gripping my hips with possessive intensity. His breath was hot against my inner thigh, and I whimpered, my legs parting involuntarily. He wasted no time. His mouth found my pussy, his tongue sliding over me as he moaned. My head fell back against the wall, my fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured me like a man starved.
His tongue was relentless, sliding down my core with practiced ease that had my knees buckling. He lifted my leg over his shoulder and worked my clit with a fervor that bordered on obscene, flicking against the sensitive nub in rapid, teasing strokes. I cried out, my hips grinding against him as he fucked me with his tongue, delving deep into my cunt with a hunger that left me gasping.
He didn’t let up, his hands gripping my ass as he pulled me closer. His tongue was everywhere, licking, sucking, fucking, and I couldn’t hold back the screams that tore from my throat. My legs trembled, my body coiled tight with the promise of release,and still he didn’t stop. He worked flawlessly, moving with a steady rhythm until I was crying out his name.
And then finally, I broke. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I came undone against his mouth. Still, he didn’t stop. He kept going as I shuddered and moaned above him, using the wall at my back to keep from melting to the floor.
I brought my leg down slowly. His fingers dug into my hips, possessive and demanding, as he pulled me closer. Standing. Kissing me. Sliding those lips down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me throb with anticipation.
“Enough teasing,” he growled, lifting me with ease, his arms flexing, the muscles taut and unforgiving. With no effort, he tossed me over his shoulder, smacking my ass, and I couldn’t help but gasp at the sudden shift in control. The control he demanded always.
He carried me to the bed, his dominance undeniable. My back hit the mattress, and before I could even think to protest, he was on top of me, pinning me down with his weight. His cock pressed against my thigh, hot and heavy.
“Spread your legs.” His voice dripped with authority. I obeyed instantly, my thighs parting shamelessly. He smirked, sliding his fingers inside me, just enough to tease. “Good witch.”
“Please,” I whimpered, my hands clutching the sheets, my hips bucking against his palm.
“Not yet.” He pulled his hand away, leaving me aching and empty. He positioned himself between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wider. “Look at me,” he ordered, and I did as I was told, my eyes meeting his as he pushed inside in one rough thrust.
I gasped, my walls stretching to accommodate him, the fullness overwhelming. He didn’t give me a moment to adjust, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. Hisrhythm was brutal, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside me, driving me closer to the edge.
“You take me so fucking well,” he growled, his hands moving to grip my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me harder, faster, eyes never leaving mine.
He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as he continued to pound into me. I could feel the coil tightening in my belly, the pleasure building with every thrust, my body screaming how much I wanted him. Needed him. That look in his eyes told me he knew just how much control he had. That devilish smirk growing as he slid his hand between us, building the ache as he worked my clit again.
