Page 36 of Cursed By the Love Witch

I bat my eyelashes at him. “Who me?”

“Yes, you.”

His warm lips kiss the inside of my left knee while his hand skims up and down my other thigh. Inhaling deeply, his eyes focus on my sensitive flesh. Again, I watch his lips twist.

“I knew it.”

I arch a brow. “Knew what?”

Lowering his head to my center, he tosses my legs over his shoulder. Cupping my bottom, he brings me towards his face, lifting my lower half entirely off the bed. His tongue licks over his bottom lip.

“That you’d be perfectly pink here as well.”

I moan at the first press of his tongue. Bael is a quick learner because he devours me without any aid. Normally, I have to be vocal during this part—I’ve rarely found a man who knows exactly what I want, but Bael understands. His tongue is firm in its exploration. Those plush lips I’ll dream about kissing until I die, suck at my clit, and cause my thighs to tremble.

Whether it’s because I’m already on edge from my previous orgasm or because it’s Bael, I don’t know, but my climax is already looming. His fingers dig into the globes of my ass, holding me fast to his face. I grind myself against his tongue, urging him to spear it into me.

Once he does and tastes me whole, I am awash in flame. I choke out his name as my thighs clamp around his head. He holds me through it, sucking and licking as I finally come down. With one final lick to my pussy, he lowers my hips back to thebed. Bael’s violet eyes glow anew as he kisses my stomach and then higher.

He licks his way back up my body before our mouths meet again. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I shiver in response. Propping himself up on his elbows, I can still feel his hardness digging into my stomach. My hands skim down his chest before reaching for the bulge in his pants.

Just as he did before, his hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me.

“Before we do that, little witch, there’s something I have to explain first.” He takes a deep breath. “Look, I’m?—”

A loud bang at my door interrupts him.

“Darcee! Are you up? We have class in ten minutes.” There is another series of bangs before the doorknob begins to jiggle. “Why is your door locked?”

“Fuck!” I push at Bael’s chest to let me up. He reluctantly slides to the side as I tug my nightgown back into place. “Be right there, Prue!”

I pull on a pair of panties and rush to my closet. Tossing a soft pink sweater over my head, I pull my nightgown off underneath it and throw it somewhere on the floor. Finding a black pleated skirt, I quickly zip it on before hunting down socks and my favorite white boots. Once I am dressed, I turn towards the bed.

Bael is lounging on his side, a smile playing on his face. In the morning light, I can see just how muscular he is. He is not bulky but lean with a clear definition. My mouth waters at the sight, and I wonder if skipping my charms class is worth it.

Another bang quickly eradicates that idea.

“Darcee! Unlock the door, let’s go!”

Bael chuckles and slides off my bed. Prowling towards me, I stare up at him transfixed. His hand tucks a loose curl behind my ear.

“I’ll slip out the window before you open the door, but I wanted to give you this. My courtship is still in effect even after our delicious detour.”

I grin up at him, a fresh blush warming my cheeks. With a wave of his hand, he pulls a small box seemingly out of nowhere from behind my ear.

“Parlor magic? Aren’t you a little old for such tricks?”

“Never.”

He grins and opens the top of the small velvet box. A dainty silver chain with a large rose quartz shaped like a heart rests on a tiny pillow. My breath catches, and I meet his gaze.

“Bael, I?—”

“Since you’ve stolen my heart, I thought you should wear it too.”

He looks so damn sincere I feel tears pooling in my eyes.

“That was so ridiculously cheesy. And this is far too much.”

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