Page 57 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

It was harsh, almost brutal the way he took my body, and I loved every second of it. I wanted him deeper than anyone had ever been.

My legs tightened around him and dug into his ass. I couldn’t stop my hips from meeting every last one of his thrusts.

“You are so tight,” he rasped, “It's incredible.”

“You are so damn big,” I returned as I clenched my core.

“Fuck, Indy!” He grabbed my hips and lifted them off the bed. I was partly suspended by the silk and his hands.

Keeping a punishing grip on my skin, he changed the angle of his thrusts and this time when he rammed inside, I saw stars.

This man knew how to fuck.

My pleas to him and every deity in existence where drown out when he came shortly after I did.

He didn’t wait to untie me, but did it immediately, checking the red welts to make sure I hadn’t broken the skin.

“Are you alright?” he asked tenderly, kissing my temple.

I turned toward him, needing the closeness that I had been denied.

Scarecrow gathered me tightly against him and pulled the blankets up to cover us.

I had started to drift to sleep when I felt him nudge me, “You never answered me.”

“Hmm?” I tried to focus on his words.

“Indy, are you alright?”

I smiled against his neck, “I’m with you, of course, I am.”

CHAPTER 21

“You broke my fuckinglamp!” Steele bellowed at Scarecrow after the maid had dropped off breakfast.

Her brows had raised at the torn linens and tipped furniture. Things had gotten a little wild when we were wrestling. What could I say?

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