She smiles and lays back, completely ready for me.
"All yours."
I settle between her thighs, the head of my hard cock nudging against her wet heat. Her hips lift, a silent, begging plea.
I push inside.
She cries out, a sharp, breathy sound that is pure pleasure. Her inner muscles clench around me, drawing me deeper. I bury my face in her neck, my rhythm slow and deep, each thrust a vow. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, taking all of me.
“You feel…” she gasps, her voice breaking on a moan. “You feel so good in me.”
I drive into her, again and again, the world narrowing to the slick, tight heat of her body, the sound of our ragged breathing, the way her nails dig into my back. Her climax builds, a trembling tension that I feel in every shuddering breath she takes. I shift my angle, grinding against that spot that makes her see stars, and her eyes fly open, locking with mine.
“I’m all yours,” she whispers, and the words unravel me.
Her body arches beneath mine, a silent, perfect bow of pleasure. Her pussy clenches around my cock in a series of rhythmic pulses, and a low, guttural sound of pure satisfaction rumbles in my chest. I don’t stop. I keep moving inside her, my thrusts slow and deep, fucking her through the shudders of her climax. She makes a soft, overwhelmed sound, her fingers digging into my biceps.
“Hardin…”
Her voice is a broken whisper, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. I slide my hands beneath her, gripping her hips, and in one fluid motion, I roll us over. She gasps as she lands on top of me, her knees bracketing my thighs, my cock still buried deep inside her. The firelight outlines her form, a silhouette of wild curls and heaving breasts.
She braces her hands on my chest, her eyes wide with surprise and a dazed sort of wonder. I guide her hips with my hands, setting a new, rolling rhythm.
“Ride me.”
She moans, her head falling back as she finds the pace, rising and falling on my length. Her sleek inner muscles flutter around me, still sensitive from her peak. The sight of her taking her pleasure, of her body moving with a natural, untamed grace, is a battle I am glad to lose. I let my hands roam up her sides, feeling the heat of her skin, the frantic beat of her heart.
She leans forward, her palms flat on my chest, and her pace becomes more urgent, more desperate. Her breath comes in hot, ragged pants against my skin.
“Don’t stop,” I growl, my own control fraying at the edges. My hands grip her ass, urging her on, helping her find the angle that makes her cry out. Every slide of her wet pussy along my cock is a fresh torment, a perfect agony. Her movements become less controlled, more instinctual, a raw and beautiful need that meets my own.
Her breath hitches as I guide her hips, my hands a firm anchor on her skin. She finds a rhythm, rising and falling on my cock with a grace that steals my own breath. Her inner muscles clench around me, a tight, wet heat that threatens to unravel my control completely. Her head falls back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she rides me, her body taking what it needs from mine.
“You feel…” she gasps, her voice thick with pleasure. “I can feel you everywhere.”
I thrust up to meet her downward stroke, driving myself deeper. A sharp cry of pleasure breaks from her throat. Her hands brace against my chest, her fingers digging into my skin. Her pace quickens, becoming more frantic, more desperate. The firelight dances over the sheen of sweat on her skin, catching the wild tumble of her curls.
“Don’t stop,” I growl, my own voice rough with need. My hands slide from her hips to her ass, gripping her firmly, urging her on. “Just like that.”
She leans forward, her breasts brushing my chest, and her mouth finds mine in a hungry, open kiss. I can taste her, feel the little gasps against my lips with every thrust. Her pussy clenches around me again, a rhythmic pulse that tells me she’s close. I shift my angle slightly, grinding against that spot that makes her see stars, and her entire body goes rigid above me.
“Hardin!”
Her climax crashes over her, a silent scream parting her lips. Her inner walls convulse around my cock, a series of perfect, tightening pulses that milk me. The sight of her coming apart on top of me, lost in the sensation, is the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed. It shatters the last of my restraint.
I roll us over in one fluid motion, never slipping out of her. She gasps as her back meets the rug, and I’m over her, driving into her with deep, relentless strokes. Her legs lock around my waist, pulling me deeper still. Her eyes are wide, fixed on mine, and in them I see everything I have ever wanted.
“Come for me,” she whispers, her voice raw. “I want to feel you.”
Her words are my undoing. My thrusts become harder, faster, losing their rhythm for pure, driving need. I bury my face in the curve of her neck, my breath hot against her skin as my own release tears through me. I spill into her with a guttural groan, my body shuddering with the force of it. I pulse inside her, giving her everything I have, everything I am. For a long moment, there is only the sound of our ragged breathing and the crackle of the fire.
Nearby, on a small table, the grimoire glows with recognition.
CHAPTER 21
KRISTA
The morning mist clings to every rosebush and windowsill, a soft veil that makes the world look twice as lovely and half as certain. I open the door of the little shop I’ve finally set up on the corner of Gristlewood Hollow:Briar & Bone Charms. Wood-smoke scent from the hearth, herbs drying overhead, small bells tinkling at the window when I push it open; Mari skips behind me, holding a jar of moonstone beads and star charms she begged me to unwrap before we closed on the place yesterday.
