Page 37 of Warrior Unraveled

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Virginia had only wanted to tease Wesley for a little bit when she’d joined him, invisible, in the shower. But when she’d realized that it apparently turned him on, she’d decided to remain invisible.

And she wasn’t teasing anymore. No, she was seducing now.

Wesley was a formidable specimen of manhood. She’d noticed it already in the Underworld, when he’d taken off his shirt. He was tan and sculpted. And that was just his chest. His thighs were muscular and toned, but what lay between his legs was what really drew her interest.

Surrounded by dark hair, his cock stood there like a flagpole—firm, long, and rigid.

She could feel just how firm, how hard he was. Her fingers barely reached around his root. His long shaft seemed to pulse in her hand, and she hadn’t done anything yet. And there was so much she wanted to do. And in her invisible form, she felt powerful.

Today she’d seen how powerful this witch was. How skilled. But now she had to prove to herself that she could still bring him to his knees, despite the powerful witchcraft he possessed.

Because she had power, too. The power a woman wielded over a man. The power for which women had been vilified for centuries. For millennia. The power of sex.

This was a battle she was determined to win. Just so Wesley would know his place. So that he would never underestimate her. And so that he would regret it if he played her.

“Are you just gonna stare at my cock, or are you actually gonna take what you want?”

His voice pulled her out of her reveries. “Impatient much?”

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down her back. “It’s just, if you’re not gonna suck me, then I suggest we move this show to the bedroom so you can spread your legs for me and let me suck you.”

His offer made vivid pictures explode in her mind. God help her if he went down on her. She’d lose all control. And she couldn’t let that happen. She had to remain in control. Always. So she wouldn’t make the wrong decision. So history didn’t repeat itself.

“Thanks, but I’d rather suck you,” she said and licked her tongue over the swollen head of his cock.

A sharply exhaled breath came from Wesley and she felt his cock press against her mouth. Obliging him, she wrapped her lips around him and slid down on him, taking him inside her mouth as far as she could.

“Fuck!”

His enthusiastic yelp made her smile and she pulled her head back, letting his hard-on slip from her mouth. She blew a cool breath against his skin, before capturing him again and sucking gently.

His hips began to move and she steadied him, pressing him back against the wall of the shower. She was in control now. And she loved being in control. Particularly when the man in question tasted so good. She loved feeling his erection in her mouth, loved his hands on the back of her head, cradling her, loved the way he fought against her hands pinning him against the wall.

“Babe, that’s good. So good.”

His words trickled over her body like hot drops of water, scorching her skin. But she kept going, kept sucking his beautiful cock, licking her tongue along its underside, squeezing him at the root, withdrawing and descending in ever increasing tempo.

She could feel how close he was. And she knew how to send him over the edge. Releasing his thigh, she brought her hand to his balls, cradling them. The sac containing the precious stones tightened under her touch, and she couldn’t resist gently sliding her fingernails over it.

“Fuck!”

Wesley suddenly pushed her back and freed himself from her mouth. In the next instant, he pulled her up and gripped her wrists, immobilizing her. “Not so fast!”

His eyes were dark and shimmered with unbridled lust. His chest heaved as if he’d run a marathon. “I’m gonna come when I’m inside your pussy. And not any earlier.”

Before she could protest, he found her lips and captured her mouth. Then she felt herself lifted up and carried out of the shower. She barely felt the towel he used to haphazardly dry her off, his passionate kiss distracting her and making everything else melt into the background.

Maybe this witch was more powerful than he let on. Maybe he was, right at this moment, bewitching her. And she had no defenses against it. And what was worse: she didn’t want to fight it any longer.

She wanted to surrender. To give into what her body craved. To be taken by a man stronger than her, more powerful, more dominant. Maybe that’s what she needed. Just this once.

All of a sudden, she felt a mattress beneath her back, and Wesley pressing her into it.

She sucked in a breath of air and realized that he’d released her lips.

“Now it’s my turn,” he murmured, kissing his way down her neck.