Page 46 of Hex and the Kitty

“Yes!”

To keepfrom coming too soon, Warrick bit the inside of his mouth until he tasted blood. He needed hours … no days … to get his fill of this beauty beneath him. The second he slammed into her, her sex gripped his length and squeezed. He nearly exploded right there on the spot. It had taken every ounce of self-control to hold back.

There was so much more he wanted to do with her, to do to her. He wanted to push her limits and see what she could handle.

He pulled out and slammed back into her. He loved the rise and fall of her chest when she gasped for breath with each hard thrust.

Warrick wanted to be the one to give her the moon and the stars. He had no idea why this felt so imperative, but it did.

The look on her face, her lust-filled emerald eyes gazing up at him, sent his body into overdrive. He wanted her to know he was the only one who could give the orgasms she craved, the pleasure her body needed.

He pistoned his hips in and out of her at record speed. The headboard banged against the wall with each thrust. He pushed back as his tiger wanted to claim Molly for himself.

Her legs started to tremble. A slight blush covered her body.

“Warrick!”

He loved hearing her scream his name in the heat of the moment. He had never heard anything so sexy in his entire life.

He waited until she had passed the height of her climax before pulling out and flipping her onto her belly. Pushing her legs open with his knee, he stretched his body over hers and aligned his length with her sex. She rocked up against him, urging him on.

She sighed as he eased back into her.

“Get on your knees.”

“I’m good with that,” she said, positioning herself as he had asked.

Molly pushed back against him, enticing him. He palmed her cheeks, squeezing them as he pushed deep inside of her.

The sound of her moans filled his ears, driving deeper and harder with each thrust.

His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head slightly back and arching her body.

With each thrust, he was panting for air just as hard as she was. Molly met him thrust for thrust. She gave as much as she took.

He pulled out and rammed back into her. Picking up his pace to damn near record speeds, the entire bed jumped across the floor with every slam. Molly clenched around him. He thrust into her once more, jetting deep into her.

Molly collapsed beneath him, gasping for air. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

“That was fucking amazing,” she said once she had finally caught her breath.

It was more than amazing. It was perfection.

THIRTY-FIVE

Molly balanced the three-tiered pastry carrier as she navigated the stone path leading to Celeste’s cottage. Sunlight dappled through the branches overhead, casting playful shadows on her freshly baked treats. The scent of cinnamon buns wafted up, making her stomach growl.

Magic permeated Celeste’s property. Protective vines with unseasonable blooms curled around the porch railings. Crystal wind chimes tinkled in the breeze, their sound clearing negative energy from the space.

The door swung open before Molly’s knuckles could make contact.

“Perfect timing!” Celeste stood in the doorway, auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, baby Amara perched on her hip. “I sensed your magic coming up the path.” She leaned forward, kissing Molly’s cheek while carefully avoiding the tower of pastries. “Everyone’s gathered in the sunroom.”

“Fortune-telling cupcakes,” Molly said, stepping into the warmth of the cottage. “Plus, honey buns and cinnamon rolls.”

Amara gurgled, tiny fingers reaching for one of Molly’s red curls. The baby’s laughter bubbled forth when the curl bounced back into place.

Voices drifted from the sunroom at the back of the cottage. Molly followed the sound, each step bringing her closer to the symphony of her friends’ laughter. The sunroom overlooked Celeste’s magical garden where herbs and flowers grew in concentric patterns designed to enhance specific spells.

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