Page 64 of The Witch's Shifter
I thrust into her, perhaps a touch too hard, and she winces as her back digs into the wall. Immediately, I shift her weight into my arms and pull myself out of her, then set her feet gently upon the floor. Part of me wants to ravage her, to be rough and wild, but the other part of me wants to cherish her gently, love her deeply, slowly.
I want all of her, in every single way.
Aurora takes me by the hand and leads me back to the fire. It’s warmer here, and the light makes the sheen on her skin glow.
“Sit,” she says.
So I do.
She moves to stand over me, ready to sink onto my lap, but I stop her.
“Wait,” I whisper.
My hands trail up her legs, from her ankles to the backs of her knees, then up to cup her smooth round cheeks. I pull her closer. A little gasp slips from her when I press my mouth to her mound. I start with soft kisses, exploring her, learning her in a brand-new way.
And when my tongue darts out to taste her, she jumps, then relaxes, her hands reaching out to tangle in my hair. But one taste isn’t enough. I want more, all of her.
Fingers gripping her ass harder now, I lap at her soft wetness, burying my face in her. She lets out a moan and pushes herself against me, smothering me. My cock aches for her.
I lift one of her legs and drape it over my shoulder. She’s breathing heavier now. Her fingers dig into my scalp, steadying her as she balances on one foot.
“F-Faolan,” she gasps.
“Hmm?” I mumble against her. Even that makes her catch her breath.
I push my tongue inside her, then drag it up and suck her clit into my mouth, rolling my tongue across it until her body goes rigid.
And then she explodes.
Her moans echo off the cave walls. She presses herself against my mouth with such force that I worry she might cut herself on my fangs. But I don’t stop. I lick and suck until her body is trembling so hard she can scarcely stand. Only then do I sit back and help guide her onto my lap, her knees on either side of my hips.
Her pussy sinks onto me, hot and wet. I groan.
I look up at her as she rides me. She’s a vision of beauty. Like a wild forest creature, her hair hangs free and tangled, the thin braids on either side of her face having come partially loose.
It’s time.
“Aurora,” I say.
She opens her eyes and looks down at me, but she doesn’t slow her pace. “Yes?”
Around my own pleasure, I bite out, “I wish to mark you.”
Now she pauses. She sits on my lap, my cock inside her, and tips her head at me. “What does that mean?”
Fingers delicate, I reach for the hair hanging over her shoulder and push it away. As my fingers brush her throat, she tips her head to one side, goose bumps rising along her skin at the contact.
“I’ll bite you here.” I press the pads of my fingers into her neck. “It will seal our mating bond and mark you as mine. Forever.”
A tiny furrow forms in her brow. “Will it hurt?”
My thumb traces circles against her skin as I nod. “Yes.”
Aurora chews on her bottom lip, thoughtful for a moment. “If I were like you, a shifter, would I mark you in return?”
The question makes my lips quirk up. “Not typically...”
I’m not sure if she looks relieved or disappointed. Perhaps a bit of both.
