Page 14 of Which Witch is Willing?
She had to swallow in order to speak. “Lay down in the middle of the mattress.” She climbed off the other side, to give him room to do as she demanded.
His nostrils flared and his arms tensed as though to reach out for her and drag her back into his embrace. Something in her expression stopped him, and he climbed on the bed, his full back tattoo of a shrouded Grim Reaper holding a scythe standing on the banks of the River Styx seemed to wink at her, encouraging her to continue. His tattoo had the power to house his raven-black wings. It had been a while since she had been cradled within their feathered softness as he made love to her.
In fact, this was the first time they’d come together in an actual bed. Each time before, they coupled in the forest, the Standing Stones, and what she’d started referring to as the Garden of Eden.
When he’d had her earlier, they hadn’t taken advantage of the soft mattress. The joining had been fast, furious, and over too quickly.
Killian settled on the middle, adjusting the pillow behind his head, his eyes never leaving her.
Reaching for the hem of her loose-fitting peasant blouse, she slowly lifted it up and over her head. Next, she released her bra, shaking her hair so that it flowed around her like a curtain, hiding her swollen breasts.
He sucked in a deep, labored breath. She had his full attention and the power of it went swiftly to her head. Wow, she could get used to this.
She slid the skirt from her hips and let it pool at her feet, leaving her bare to his heated gaze except for the scrying crystal that hung from an ancient chain, nestled in the valley of her breasts, the multiple stones of topaz, jasper, and tiger’s eye bracelets, and many rings adorning her fingers.
He raked in her nakedness, looking at her with pride as he took in her swollen belly. “Gods, you are stunning. My very own Earth Goddess.”
She flushed at his words. While it had taken her a while to wrap her brain around being pregnant with the fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse’s baby, her body had taken to it with ease. Though now that she’d reached her last trimester, she felt ungainly with her new shape that seemed to increase in size daily. Sexy was the last thing she usually felt when looking at her reflection, but the way Killian regarded her with desire, made her feel not only beautiful, but invincible.
She climbed onto the mattress, and he reached for her. “No. If I am going to take you, use you, get my revenge upon your body, you will have to do as I say.”
He growled a warning low in his throat.
“These are my conditions, or this isn’t happening.”
His expression clearly said that he could change her mind.
“Yes, you could probably change my mind, but you won’t like my mood afterward. It’s my way, or no way.”
He dragged in another deep breath and then reluctantly nodded his agreement to her terms.
Anticipation of having her way with him bloomed in her chest, and she trembled as she straddled him, sitting low on his hips and cradling his erection under the sensitive nub of her sex.
Killian groaned, his hands jerking up to grab her hips. She captured them and placed his rough palms over her breasts. Rather than fighting her, he took to lavishing her breasts with attention, causing her to moan, her head falling back on her shoulders with the pleasure.
He thumbed her nipples into hard peaks, causing her inner folds to weep and contract. She wanted to take him inside her body right now, but didn’t want this to end so soon. She actually had carte blanche to touch him, taste him, have her way with him and she wasn’t going to waste it.
She stroked her hands over his chest to the ridges of muscle in his taut stomach. They tightened under her caress and he arched his hips, his cock sliding along her sex. She sat too deep for him to enter her, but the rubbing against her most sensitive place caused the most delicious of sensations to blossom. She gyrated her hips in a steady rhythm that had Killian twitching under her, guttural sounds escaping his throat.
She wasn’t going to last long and accepted the orgasm that burst through her on a cry.
The climax was instant, and while it satisfied her for a minute—much like a bowl of Rocky Road ice cream took the edge off her hunger—it ebbed too quickly, making her crave more.
She collapsed onto his chest, his breathing ragged under her. Killian’s hands grasped her hips, and she felt him tense under her, ready to flip her over onto her back and thrust inside her.
“Don’t you dare move,” she warned.
He answered her with a desperate grumble. “Tierra, you are killing me.”
She giggled over the irony of her killing Death with sex. She rose and gazed down into his strained face. This was taking a toll on him. She glorified in her female power over this ancient and formidable immortal. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
She arched up and kissed him. His arms snaked around her, one hand splaying over her back, the other buried in her hair. She might have been the one to kiss him, but he took control of it. Colors flowered behind her closed lids and she lost herself in the feel and taste of him. His hand stroked down her backside to the cleft of her bottom, while his other held her head prisoner for his mouth to plunder.
His fingers slid between her slick folds, breached her as his cock rubbed against her clitoris. Spasms shook her body, and she allowed him to play her like a violin until she sang, coming apart in his arms.
Killian emitted a low chuckle, continuing to stroke her curves as if he was a blind man and needed to read her body like a book of brail, committing the feel of her to memory.
“You’ll pay for that,” she muttered. He’d taken control of that orgasm, but she was far from done with him.
