Page 32 of Witch Way to the Diapers

SEVENTEEN

Fia opened the bathroom door and didn’t get a chance to say a word. One second she was there, holding the door open with one hand and the phone with the other. The next, he was grabbing her face between his hands.

He meshed their lips together in a blazing kiss that got an instant reaction from her. She threw her arms around his neck. He was shirtless, his body warm and hard. The towel slid off, leaving her wet body naked to his view. More than looking was going on.

He pushed her until the back of her legs hit the bed, and they both fell on top of the mattress. There was no protest in her, only need. Her nails raked over his arms, drawing a low growl from him that sent shivers down her spine. She loved this. It surprised her how much more she wanted him at that moment.

His lips slid over her collarbone, sucking nips over her chest. Her desire caught her unaware. It shocked her how good he felt pressed to her, his erection hard against her wet thigh.

“Sayer,” she moaned, “make love to me.” Whoa! Bold words. She wanted him so badly. So much. Like she was in the desert and he was a fresh glass of water.

He growled again, the sound shooting fire from her nipples to her clit. He raised his head from her breast and stared at her with a feral desire she’d never seen in a man and probably never would again. “I plan to do more than just love you. I will stamp myself onto your soul.”

Yes, please. When a man said things like that to a woman, she did the only thing acceptable and grazed her nails into his hair and grabbed clumps, focusing her own determined gaze on his. “Do it, then. Make tonight unforgettable. Make me come. Hard. Wet. To the point, I’m shaking.”

She knew he could. He dropped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Pleasure and pain co-mingled and drew out a soft cry from her. She wiggled, spreading her legs and cushioning his body, feeling his hardness press at the heart of her need through his pants.

This wasn’t some mindless night of sex. This had been building from their first interaction, that first time she opened her door and he stood there tall, serious, and commanding. He filled her doorway and immediately made her body react to an attraction that grew by the second. This was oh, so much more. More than she could even explain to herself. At the moment, her emotions tangled with her basic desires. She wanted him and wanted more. It was unusual for her to feel this way, but then again, she didn’t do solo nights of hot sex. She had to know the man. Date the man.

Sayer wasn’t some guy she was dating. He was sharing a home with her and she had no idea where things would go from here, but… oh, damn, was he good with his mouth. He scraped his teeth over her aching nipple, moving from one breast to the other. He pushed them together and bit down on one, sucked hard, and then did it to the other.

“You are so beautiful,” he grumbled. “I want to be in you until I can’t move a muscle.” God, the words coming out of his mouth were going to be the death of her.

She took a deep breath and pushed her chest out, enjoying his lips on her skin. Every lick, every bite, every growl. He licked lower at her belly. She glanced down, knowing her curvy body and extra pounds might not be as sexy as he’d said before, but instead of being turned off, he continued down to her belly button. He kissed her belly and pushed her thighs apart, placing himself between her legs.

She pressed the balls of her feet on his shoulders while she let her knees drop to the sides to allow him better access to her sex.

“Ah, Fia, my sexy witch. You are fucking beautiful.”

She licked her dry lips and clung to the blankets under her hands. Her legs were already shaking, and something inside her belly was doing cartwheels. The anticipation of knowing this big, sexy man found her so desirable made her feel like a teenager all over again.

He licked her inner thigh and groaned. “Sweet honey.”

She moaned. He flicked his tongue up and down her sex, prodding into her and licking at her wetness. A soft rumble sounded from him. It sent a deep vibration up her body.

“Oh, my, Sayer,” she moved her hips closer to his face, pushing toward his mouth. “Yessss.”

He danced his tongue all over her sex, drawing out more of her honey and lapping like a starved man. When he enclosed her pleasure center with his lips, she saw stars behind her lids.

“Mmmm,” he mumbled, still sucking her pussy. “Fuck dessert. You’re a lot tastier than anything I’ve had tonight.”

She gripped the soft sheets and let her mind fill with the sounds of their harsh breathing, the feel of his tongue spreading her open and the wild churning in her belly. Tension woundaround her bones and muscles until she couldn’t move because she was so stiff.

He raised his hands to her breasts, fondled her, and pinched hard. The combination of pain and pleasure turned out to be too much. Her body crumbled with the weight and speed of her orgasm.

She cried out his name, calling for him from the very depths of her soul.

A loud, growl rumble sounded again. He slid up her body, placing himself between her folds. She glanced at him, met his gaze, and held it.

“You have no idea just how soft and slick you are,” he said. “How sexy you look right now.”

He held himself between her legs, coating himself with her wetness. “I can’t wait to be in you, beautiful. I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

She would have laughed at any other man saying that, but the low, rough tone of his voice and the way his features had turned animalistic led her to believe he was right. She’d never been with a shifter before and never been with a man on the verge of going wild. It was…damn sexy and empowering.

He held himself at her entrance. “You’re going to be mine,” he promised.

She gulped. “Sayer…”

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