Page 67 of Revenge is a Witch

I feel Derek shift slightly beside me. His breath is warm against my ear, and I can sense the smirk in his voice before he even speaks. “Don’t expect to be done,” Derek murmurs, his words low and teasing. “It’s my turn.”

A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of his voice, so full of promise. I glance up at him, still catching my breath, but the playful glint in his eyes makes my heart race all over again. “Really?” I manage to say, trying for some of my usual sass, though it’s harder when I feel so undone by everything that’s just happened. “Think you can top that?”

Derek chuckles, his lips brushing my temple as his hand glides down my side. “Oh, Zaria. You should know by now—I'm always up for a challenge.”

Before I can respond, he’s already moving, pulling me gently from beneath Sebastian’s weight. His grip is firm but careful, and I can feel the heat between us rekindling, burning brighter as his hand slides down to my hips.

Sebastian groans lightly, rolling off me, though his hand lingers on my thigh for a moment. "Guess I'll let him have his turn," he says with a wry grin, propping himself up on one elbow as he watches, his gaze full of dark amusement.

Derek’s lips hover just above mine, teasing, his breath mixing with mine. “I’d say you’re not quite finished yet,” he whispers, his hand brushing up my thigh. I bite my lip, feeling my pulse quicken again as I let myself melt into the sensation.

Derek's hands glide gently over my skin, his touch soft and full of intent, as if he's memorizing every inch of me. I can feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine, his breath steady as he leans in, his lips grazing my ear. "You don’t have to hold back, Zaria," he whispers softly, his voice like a low hum that vibratesthrough me, calming and exciting at the same time. "I want to hear you."

His words send a shiver down my spine as he tilts my chin gently, brushing his lips over mine with a tenderness that takes my breath away. His hand drifts lower, teasing my skin in feather-light strokes. When he pulls away to look at me, his eyes are dark but full of care, a silent promise that this is about more than just physical desire.

Slowly, he positions himself between my legs, his movements unhurried, like he’s savoring the moment as much as I am. His hands spread my thighs apart with gentle confidence, his thumbs brushing the soft skin there before he aligns himself with me. But before he does anything more, he leans down, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead, then my lips again.

“Tell me if you need anything,” he says, his voice rough but gentle. I nod, feeling completely safe in his care, the weight of everything we’ve built between us settling over me like a warm blanket.

When he finally enters me, it's slow and measured, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, as if checking in with me, making sure I'm with him every step of the way. There’s no rush, just the two of us moving together, like a dance. He’s giving me time to adjust, his hand brushing a stray hair from my face as he whispers my name softly, his lips skimming over my cheek.

I can’t help but gasp at the sensation of being so close to him, the slow, steady rhythm of his movements sending waves of pleasure through me. It’s not just the physical connection—there’s something deeper, something raw and beautiful in the way he’s holding me, in the way his body responds to mine. Every movement is deliberate, every touch filled with meaning.

As he moves, he leans down to kiss me again, his lips soft and full of emotion. His hands never stop caressing me, whether they're on my hips, my back, or the sides of my face, as if he'sgrounding me to him, reminding me that he's here, that he sees me, fully and completely. My hands find their way into his hair, tugging gently as I pull him closer, wanting him to know that I feel it too—that I’m his, just as much as he’s mine.

From the corner of my eye, I can see Sebastian watching us, but instead of feeling self-conscious, I feel... cherished. There’s no jealousy, just the shared understanding between the three of us, a bond that goes beyond anything I’ve ever felt. I know they both care about me deeply, and somehow, in this moment, everything feels right.

Derek speeds up his movements slightly, but there’s still that gentle tenderness in the way he touches me, as if every motion is a reminder that this is more than just the physical. He reaches down, his thumb brushing over my cheek, his other hand still caressing my body, sending ripples of warmth through me.

I’m lost in him, in the feel of his body moving with mine, in the sound of our breathing mingling together, and the way his lips press against mine, soft and full of emotion. Derek’s movements slow, and I can feel my body tightening, on the brink of release. But just as I’m teetering on the edge, he stops completely. I blink in surprise, looking over my shoulder to see that same infuriating, teasing grin spread across his face.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you finish yet, did you?” His voice is low, a mix of playfulness and command. “Not until I’m satisfied, Zaria. Understand?” I nod breathlessly, the anticipation building. He leans down and kisses my forehead, his lips warm and soft against my skin. “Good girl.” Before I can even process what’s happening, Derek pulls out of me, and my body immediately misses the warmth, the fullness of him. He doesn’t give me long to mourn the loss as he gently taps my hip. “On all fours.”

I follow his instruction, my heart racing as I get into position, waiting, my breath uneven. I feel the gentle brush of his handacross my back, grazing the curve of my waist before settling on my hips. But then, his hand moves to my ass, and I know what’s coming next.

“Count for me,” he says, his voice rough.

“One,” I breathe out, just as another thrust hits into me—hard.

“Two.”

By the time we reach ten, I’m gasping, my body trembling with overstimulation. My skin burns from the contact, but it’s the kind of fire that spreads pleasure through every nerve. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, a mix of pain, release, and the undeniable need building inside me.

Derek’s hand brushes over the tender skin, soothing the stinging warmth. His grip tightens on my hips, and without warning, he thrusts back into me, filling me again. I gasp at the suddenness of it, my body clenching around him in response, still so sensitive from the punishment.

He moves fast, his pace relentless, the sounds of our bodies echoing through the room. The friction, the pressure, it’s all too much, and yet I want more. I need more.

Just then, I feel Sebastian's hands slide up my body from below me, his lips grazing my neck as Derek continues to thrust into me. My breath hitches as Sebastian’s fingers trail up my sides, teasingly slow. His mouth moves lower, leaving kisses along my shoulders, while his hands cup my breasts, squeezing gently.

The combination of Derek’s hard, steady rhythm and Sebastian’s tender touches is almost too much to bear. I can feel the dual attention everywhere—Derek’s grip on my hips, Sebastian’s lips on my skin. It’s like they’ve surrounded me, body and soul.

Sebastian’s mouth moves up to my ear, his voice a low whisper that sends shivers down my spine. “You’re doing so well, Zaria. We’ve got you.”

My entire body is on fire, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Derek, sensing that I’m close again, pulls me upright, my back pressed flush against his chest as he wraps an arm around my waist. His free hand slides up to my neck, applying just enough pressure, grounding me in the moment.

Sebastian’s hands never leave my body, his lips tracing the curve of my jawline, down my collarbone, as he presses soft kisses along my throat. Every touch, every movement feels like a dance, like we’re perfectly in sync with each other.

I can’t hold back anymore. My body trembles, teetering on the edge of release as Derek’s pace quickens, the sounds of skin against skin mixing with Sebastian’s quiet, reassuring murmurs in my ear.

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