Page 84 of Dark Witch: Twin Destinies

His fanged smile was chilly. "I love being able to say this to you after a lifetime of commanding women to keep their eyes closed." He hooked his thumbs inside the elastic of her thong, pulling it down past her hips and letting it drop to the floor.

His nostrils flared as he got a whiff of her arousal. "You smell good enough to eat, love." He went down to his knees and gripped her hips before doing just that.

It was good that Peter was holding her and that he was so strong because his tongue was turning her into a puddle of goo, and her legs couldn't support her weight.

That wasn't the scene she'd been expecting, but she didn't mind; she was a hair away from orgasming when a sharp smack on her behind reminded her that she didn't have permission to come yet.

"Patience." Peter turned her around and, with a slight push on her back, had her bent over the foot of the bed. "You can put your hands on the mattress."

Here it comes.

They had played this type of game many times before, but that didn't mean that any less butterflies were taking flight in her stomach or that she was less eager for the game to begin.

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PETER

Peter leaned over to brush aside the long strands of blue hair spilling in soft waves down Marina's slender back, exposing the elegant column of her spine.

She shivered when he brushed his lips over her neck, so he did it again.

She was delicately built, slender, and small-boned, but she was by no means fragile, and that dichotomy also applied to her character. She was sexually submissive but assertive and took charge in every other way.

Except for being human, she was perfect.

There was still a lot he didn't know about her and a lot he had to learn, and he hoped he would have enough time with her to do that.

Would a steady supply of venom keep her healthy and prolong her life?

That was something none of the immortals had tried, and maybe they should have. Not that even doubling Marina's natural lifespan would be enough, but it was better than the miserly few decades she could give him.

He kissed her neck as he caressed her back and then circled his arms around her to cup her breasts. She moaned, thrusting her bottom up and out while he tormented and pleasured her nipples in turns.

It was hard to resist her silent plea when she expressed it so vividly with the soft globes of her ass pressing into his groin.

It was time to up the ante.

He cupped her breasts, easing the ache he'd caused and letting her catch her breath, but not for long.

Leaning back, he brought his hand to her upturned bottom.

She moaned as he rubbed the sting away and then moaned even louder when he smacked her other cheek.

The next few smacks brought a lovely pink hue to her creamy flesh. When he stopped to reach into the nightstand drawer, she turned to look at what he was taking out and gasped when she saw what implement he had chosen.

"Any objections?" He asked, even though he knew what her answer would be given the flare in the scent of her arousal.

"No, sir." She took a deep breath and rested her cheek on the mattress in a gesture of submission.

"Good girl." He removed the toy from its casing and coated it generously with lube.

Caressing her back in soothing, soft strokes, he coated his finger in the lube and rubbed it against her rosette.

Marina's entire body flushed and tensed as he pushed his finger past the resistance. He was aware that she could come just from that, but she knew better than to climax without his permission.

When he added a second finger, her moan sounded like a plea, and then she said, "Please. I can't hold it."

"Not yet." He pulled his fingers out, letting her catch her breath momentarily before inserting the toy.

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