“Now, was that so hard? My good girl.”
“Do not fucking call me that!”
He laughed again.
“Oh, don’t like that?”
He knocked my knees apart with his thighs, and as he leaned in, he slid his cock through my pussy, bumping my throbbing clit.
“What do you want me to call you?”
He pressed against my entrance, but no more.
“Just fuck me already, would you?”
I bucked my hips again, trying to find some relief, but his hand snapped down, stilling my hips.
“Patience, baby.”
But I heard it this time, the strain in his voice from holding back.
“If you are using me, let me fuck you how I want.”
I let out a groan, but he finally—finally—pushed into me, and the sound got deeper, needier. Golden light buzzed against mypalms where they braced on his skin, and it traveled from there straight between my legs.
He was big, and even as wet as I was, it was slow going as he pushed in inch by inch. He rolled his hips in slow, deep circles as he worked himself into me. My nails bit into his shoulders as he eased deeper, a pathetic whimper escaping me.
“I know, baby, I know. Fuck, you feel so good.”
I felt his teeth graze my neck, sharper than they had been moments before.
When he finally sank all the way in, the entire room thrummed—a low note through the floor and windows, the lamp cycling on and off with the same frequency. It resonated through him, thick and deep, him groaning into my shoulder, followed by the magic flooding into the hollow like a king tide, filling every scraped-out channel until I was lit to the fingertips.
I’d forgotten what full felt like.
“Hey.”
His hand came up to my jaw, tilting my face up to his. Even wrecked, his eyes tracked me carefully.
“Still with me?”
“I’m fine.”
“Selena.”
He said my name softly, as if he was afraid of breaking me.
I tried to look away, but he held me tight and brushed his thumb across my cheekbone, more sparks of magic shimmering where he touched, lighting us both up.
“You’re glowing.”
“It’s been known to happen.”
“Good.” He rocked his hips and set about making it worse.
He found the rhythm that made my breath go ragged and then held it, steady and relentless, murmuring filth—“greedy witch”and “louder, no one’s renting room 13”—while everything around us turned to chaos. Bottles flew all over the room, the lights continued to flicker on and off with each thrust, and the drawer in the nightstand flew open, the Holy Bible smacking into theopposite wall.
“Chase, don’t stop.”
