Page 91 of The Witch is Back

Their bodies came back together, pressing firmly. Emma couldn’t keep her hips still, rubbing against the hardness in Bastian’s boxers, a hitch in her breath every time it knocked the right place. The exquisite friction made something wild appear in Bastian’s eyes.

Suddenly his boxers were gone—so were her panties and bra. He drank her in with his eyes and she forgot to be nervous or worried about what he’d think of her. Why should she when it was written all over his face?

“Goddess,” he choked out, tracing her body with his eyes. “Emma...”

“Bastian.” She stared down at him, swallowing. He was larger than she’d thought he’d be. “That wasn’t padding.”

“No, it fucking wasn’t.”

A condom appeared in his hand and he ripped the packet open with his teeth, sheathing himself in the next second. Sweat gleamed over his chest as he crawled back over her body. His heat was amazing, and the feeling of him against her, skin to skin, was like nothing Emma had ever felt before. Intimate and awesome and terrifying, and it made her crazy.

He watched her, dark eyes rapt on her face.

She shifted, restless. “Now, Bastian.”

Powered by the words, he positioned himself and pushed into her body.

It was not an easy fit, even with how wet she was. She wriggled to ease the small sting even as he released a string of swear words she wouldn’t have associated with Bastian Truenote.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “You’re so tight.”

She choked out a breath as he thrust the rest of the way, nails biting into his back as she lifted her hips.

His chest was heaving and sweat beaded on his forehead, but he stopped. “Are you okay?” he gritted out.

“Yes.” It was a hoarse word and she wasn’t sure if it was the truth.

He was just so big inside her, so hard, so...

He shifted, hit a spot that made her clutch at his back reflexively. “Oh,” she gasped.

A pause. Then he eased his hips back and sank into her again, hitting the same spot.

She moaned.

He did that for a minute, shallow thrusts that slowly made her lose her mind, her nails surely drawing blood as her hips began to move, to meet him, to urge him to go faster.

As ordered, he picked up the speed, withdrawing and thrusting back in, their bodies dancing in a rhythm designed to make minds insane.

He caught her mouth with his, a rough, fumbling kiss that knocked teeth together. She didn’t care, fully focused on his hands on her skin, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her, hips pistoning, and Goddess, his telekinetic touch that circled her clitoris in time with his hips.

Black swamped her and she cried out, waves of pleasure flooding her, sending lightning bolts up her skin, setting her body on fire.

“Yes,” she heard him say through the haze. “Emma.”

His hips continued the motion, becoming more frantic as he reached his peak. He said her name again, once, drawn out on a groan, before his body tautened.

Then, as if someone had reached out and stolen the bones from his body, he fell half onto her, catching his weight with a hand.

She wouldn’t have cared if he’d squished her, little aftershocks continuing to zig and zag in her blood. She quivered, sweat coating her body.

After a moment, Bastian raised his head. He stared at her in silence before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. They clung to one another, damp, pliant.

When he drew back, she smiled, utterly relaxed.

Then, he lifted his eyebrows. “Why didn’t you tell me that was your first time?”

Emma’s warm, pliable body stiffened. Bastian kept his relaxed, even as his mind raced to fill in the blanks.

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