Page 56 of Bait N' Witch

Before she could respond, he claimed her lips again, branding them his as much as the mark on her wrist did. Could she deny now the sigil was a bonding mark? Did she want to?

“Grey,” she whispered between kisses.

“Yeah?”

“Take me to your bedroom.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. Rowan gasped as he scooped her into his arms. With a well-placed kick of his foot, he knocked the door to his room open and marched across the floor. But, instead of rushing through the next moments, he slowly lowered her to the bed, the look in his eyes—intense, needy, and demanding—stealing her breath. No one had ever looked at her with such…adoration. She swallowed against the swell of emotion his gaze pulled out of her.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, his low voice humming through her.

Forgetting herself, unable to resist the urge…resist him…anymore, she whispered a quick set of words. In an instant, their clothes disappeared, leaving them naked, the cool air against her heated skin only adding to the sensuous pleasure that held her in its grip.

Grey laughed. “And so damn surprising.”

He leaned in to her, the weight and warmth of his body against hers, skin against skin, hard against soft, rough against silky smooth, delicious. “I didn’t see you coming, but I’m happy you are part of our lives.”

A stab of guilt arrowed through her but dissipated as he took her lips once more. He explored her with agonizing slowness, each caress, each taste of her deliberate and savored, driving her need for him higher and higher.

At the same time, she explored every inch she could reach, reveling in the hard, hot body under her fingertips, under her mouth. Gods, he smelled amazing, all pine and musk and man.

He moved down her body and took one pink nipple between his teeth, tugging gently, shooting sparks to her core and her wrist.

Rowan moved against him restlessly. “Grey,” she moaned. And hoped he got the message. She needed him. Now.

“I know,” he murmured against her breast. “I feel it, too.”

He moved between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance. A spell whispered between his lips, protecting them both without the need for a condom, a bonus of being a witch. Then he pushed inside her slick heat in one long, slow move.

Rowan gasped as he filled her, the pressure sending her to a space in her head that turned almost floaty.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes. Gods, yes,” she moaned.

Grey flashed a grin, then took her hands and positioned her arms above her head. Gazing deeply into her eyes, he started to move, pumping into her, lighting already sensitive nerves on fire with each thrust.

Rowan lost herself in his dark gaze, in the sensations flowing through her. She couldn’t hold back the small sounds of pleasure keening out of her. Grey’s own groans mingled with hers as he started moving faster.

Her orgasm came up on her fast, tingling low and then exploding out from there. Lights flashed behind her eyes in a dance of color as pure ecstasy shot through every nerve in her body. At the same time, Grey threw back his head with a shout, his body jerking as he spilled into her. The mark on her wrist burst with a pleasure so intense it spiraled her body into a second orgasm that went on and on.

And every moment she drowned in the possessive need staring down at her from Grey’s eyes.

Once her body stopped shuddering, Grey pulled out, another spell cleaning them both up, then pulled her into his arms, yanking the covers over their hips. He laid a soft kiss on her shoulder as she sighed into the fading bliss, her body languorous and replete.

The afterglow of making love with Grey had Rowan unwilling to move. His heart thudded steadily beneath her cheek, the sound strangely comforting, reassuring.

Unable to help herself—the compulsion to touch too strong to ignore—she traced a fingertip over the tattooed sigil of his family name over his heart—this one a normal tattoo in black ink. The design matched the white lines on the inside of her wrist, which showed with even more clarity. No way could she deny the mark on her arm was his family sigil now. But hopefully he hadn’t seen the glow. She couldn’t show him. Not when she was about to do a disappearing act, taking the threat of attack with her.

“You truly are a witch, Rowan McAuliffe.”

She smiled at his words, even as she reveled in the shiver his deep voice caused to ripple over her nerves. “Oh?”

“I don’t lose control like that. Ever.”

Surprise at his admission had Rowan lifting her head. She caught a flash of shock in Grey’s eyes and grinned, pure feminine triumph thrumming through her. “I guess you kind of like me.”

He gave his head a shake, lips tugged down in rueful amusement. “I hope that’s obvious.” He indicated their naked forms with a wave, then cupped her jaw with his hand, ensuring she looked him in the eyes. “What’s more…I trust you.”

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