Page 35 of Witch Bound and Down

When the climax hit her, it was like being struck by lightning. Her magic exploded outward in a cascade of sparks and light, and she screamed his name as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically, and she could feel herself pulsing against his mouth. Distantly, she was aware of him holding her, anchoring her, his own magic wrapping around hers to contain the overflow.

When she finally came back to herself, she was trembling in his arms, her body still humming with aftershocks.

"Holy goddess," she breathed. "That was..."

"Just the beginning," he said, lifting her back into the water with him.

The buoyancy of the enchanted water made everything possible. When she positioned herself over him, the magical enhancements eased the way, allowing her body to stretch and accommodate his impressive size. She could feel herself opening, her body reshaping itself to take him, aided by magic and her own desperate need.

"Slowly," he said, his hands gripping her hips with careful control. His fingers nearly spanned her waist entirely. "Let your body adjust."

She sank down on him inch by torturous inch, both of them breathing hard as she stretched to take him. The sensation was overwhelming—fullness and pressure and pleasure all wrapped together in a package that made her magic sing with joy. He was so thick, stretching her in ways she'd never been stretched before, but the magical water kept it from being painful.

"Okay?" he asked when she was fully seated, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

"Perfect," she managed, feeling completely filled, completely claimed. "You feel perfect inside me."

When she began to move, they both nearly lost control. The friction was incredible, amplified by the magical water and the potion still coursing through their systems. Her magic was dancing around them like aurora borealis, and she could feel his own power rising to meet hers, creating visible sparks where their skin touched.

"Hazel," he groaned, his hands guiding her movements. "You're incredible."

She found a rhythm that had them both seeing stars, the water supporting her as she rode him with increasing confidence. The potion made every sensation more intense, every touch more electric. She could feel every ridge and vein of him inside her, could feel the way her body gripped him.

But when her movements became erratic, when she started making those little sounds that drove him wild, his control finally snapped. His hands tightened on her hips and he began to move with her, thrusting up as she came down, changing the angle until she was crying out with every movement.

"More," she demanded, her nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. "Harder."

He complied willingly, his movements becoming more powerful, more commanding. This was what she'd needed—not gentle and careful, but strong and overwhelming, matching the intensity of the magic flowing between them. The water splashed around them, but she didn't care about anything except the feel of him driving into her.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice rough with authority. "I want to watch you come apart on me."

The dominance in his voice made her magic flare even brighter. She'd never been with someone who could match her power, who could take control without making her feel diminished. Her hand moved between them, finding the bundle of nerves that made her arch and cry out.

"That's it," he encouraged, his own movements becoming more urgent. She could feel him swelling inside her, getting even thicker. "Come for me again, beautiful. Let me feel you."

The second climax built faster than the first, fueled by his possession and the overwhelming fullness of him inside her. When it hit, it took them both over the edge. She felt him pulse inside her as her own body clenched around him, their magic exploding outward in a cascade of light that lit up the entire balcony. His release was hot inside her, marking her in the most primal way possible.

They collapsed together, breathing hard, her head on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around her like he never intended to let go.

But the potion wasn't finished with them yet.

"I can still feel it," she said wonderingly, pressing closer to him. She could feel him still semi-hard inside her, could feel their combined fluids leaking out around him. "The need. It's not gone."

"Neither is mine," he said, his voice rough. "How long did you say this lasts?"

"With our magic amplifying it... could be hours."

He groaned, but there was heat in the sound. "We're supposed to be back on the road."

"We will be," she said, pressing soft kisses to his throat, tasting salt and something uniquely him. "But first, we need to work this out of our systems."

"I like the way you think."

This time, he lifted her from the water and carried her to the bed, laying her down on the silk sheets like she was something precious. The cool air made her hypersensitive skin tingle, and when he followed her down, covering her body with his much larger one, she felt perfectly sheltered and completely possessed.

"My turn to taste you," she said, pushing at his shoulders until he rolled onto his back.

She explored him thoroughly, mapping every inch of his magnificent body with her mouth and hands. The potion made her bold, adventurous. His skin was hot under her tongue, slightly salty, with a musky scent that made her core clench with renewed need. When she took him into her mouth, still slick with their combined fluids, his groan of pleasure sent heat shooting straight through her.

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