Thankfully, I hear the book flop against the mattress, and Rosier’s now free hand starts roaming up my breast. His fingers curl inside me, and I can’t stop myself from whimpering.
“There, relax for me.” His lips are still pressed against my ear. He starts to pump his fingers, and I go stiff. Rosier hums against my skin as he slows down, but presses deeper inside me. “So, you like it slow?”
“Yes,” I breathe in spite of myself.
“Slow and deep…” He thinks aloud as he does just that. His long fingers reach inside me, moving oh so slowly in and out of my pussy. His thumb swipes along my clit, and I bite my bottom lip. Rosier has to notice because he doesn’t let up, his thumb swaying back and forth like a pendulum.
“Fuck–” I whimper.
“I love it when you curse,” he murmurs. “Angels be damned–you sound better than any fucking hymn.”
He dives down into my neck, teeth grazing my skin. I inhale a shaky breath as his lips wrap around my skin. I grab the back of his head and yank him back.
“No,” I huff. “I can’t have you giving me hickies.”
Rosier hums, his eyes closed. I jerk my hand back, and his hum turns into a whimper.Oh…I’ll have to remember that. But for now I release his curls, bringing my hand from the back of his head to his lips, covering his mouth with my palm.
“No biting. Or sucking. Else this ends right here.”
He nods, and I pull my hand away, his own fingers still inside me. He starts moving them again, slowly, his thumb pressing against my clit. As we start up again, I’m back to whimpering, saving my little breathyfucksandpleasesfor when his fingertips brush along the sensitive spot inside me. Then he curls his fingers and massages that spot exclusively, making me shake from my thighs to my lips.
“Rosie…” I whimper. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promises me. “I’m notthatcruel.”
He starts grunting like it’s his cock pumping inside me instead of his fingers. My voice is trapped in my throat while my mouth hangs wide open. I want to hold out but I can’t, my whole body going taut before a wave of warmth washes over me. I think we’re done, but Rosier pulls back his fingers then brings them to my lips.
He doesn’t have to say anything. I suck on them dutifully, tasting myself. His molten gold eyes look down at me with reverence, like I’m a work of art, like I’m the first woman he’s ever seen.
“Good little witch.”
He shoves his fingers deeper in my mouth, his knuckle brushes my top teeth, and I almost gag. His fingers are so far back down my throat. I shamelessly bring my knees together and rub my thighs, the space between my legs still slick and warm. Rosier drags his fingers out of my mouth, and I make sure my lips are firm around them, his fingertips exiting with a sharp pop.
I catch my breath despite only lying there and taking his fingers. Rosier’s curls obscure half his face, and I reach up to push the looping strands behind his ear. He really is the perfect rake, dark and tan with striking features. Though I’ve never seen any leading man on book covers with his bent nose or bold chin. It makes him feel more real… less like a fantasy.
Still catching my breath, I manage to form words. “Do… you want me?” Rosier tilts his head, and I recognize my words don’t make a lot of sense. “Fellatio?” I offer, the word still sounding silly to me.
“I am more than satisfied.” My eyes trail down to his crotch, but he lifts my chin to look at his face. “You deserve rest after today. Tiny witch, all worn out.”
I snort. “What does any of that have to do with me being small? Plenty of short people are filled with rage.”
“But none of them are so intoxicating while doing so.” Rosier wraps his arms around my waist. “Sleep, Minnie.”
I’m getting used to his commands.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
MINNIE
My alarm blares,and I sit up in bed, still naked from the waist down. Classy.
Rosier is still laying next to me, his hand draped over my hips and the book beside him. He stirs, his face a mess of wrinkles and lines.
“Shut up…” he grumbles to someone. Better not be me.
I turn off my alarm and hop out of bed, afraid to look at my hair. I slip on some shorts before peeking in the bathroom mirror. I’m due for a wash anyway, but the back of my head is sure to be a tangled mess. I huff as I fluff up my curls with wet fingers.
My phone buzzes on the counter with a text from Kas.
