Page 16 of Which Witch is Willing?
She shook her head, her eyes falling closed. Biting her lower lip, she started a gradual, rocking rhythm.
He groaned, needing her actions faster, but then the view above him as she took her pleasure was so erotic he never wanted it to end.
After a few long minutes of her slowly swaying over him, he grabbed her hips to help increase her movements.
She slapped them back. “No. I’m in control. Now you have to take it as I see fit to divvy it out.”
“Sweetheart, you’re tearing me apart.”
Her lips quirked into the smile of a siren. “Good.”
Good? Holy fuck.Who was this woman? While he preferred the seductress to the hissing kitten, both created levels of frustration he didn’t know how to deal with.
But there were ways he could satisfy them both. When he found and flicked his fingers over her hidden pearl, she didn’t slap him away. Nor did she when he rose and took her nipple into his mouth.
She moaned and started to rise and fall on his cock in a manner that had stars winking in the margins of his vision. Heat infused him until sweat broke out on his forehead. He needed, craved his release, yet he never wanted this to end. He’d happily be tortured like this until he expired from the rapture.
“Come for me, my gazelle,” he urged, his fingers increasing pressure, circling the bud until she wantonly called out his name.
"Yes! Gods, yes," he shouted as the contractions of her release milked his shaft. Grasping her hips, he thrust harder inside her, dragging out her climax and generating his own mind-blowing orgasm.
She collapsed boneless on top of him, her breathing ragged. He wrapped his arms around her, using his embrace as an anchor to earth until he could get his wits about him again.
The woman had the power to unravel him. Part of him feared her effect over him, the other rejoiced.
“You win again,” she murmured.
“I’d say that you won that last one.” He gave a husky sigh of satisfaction.
“You weren’t supposed to take over.”
“This is new for me, so I believe we need to try it again.” And again.
She slapped him. “I’m serious.”
“So am I. Tierra, you rock my world until I can’t find stable footing.” He brushed her hair aside and knew she needed to hear what was in his heart. “Look at me.” He waited until she timidly met his gaze.
“You’d better beware, my sweet gazelle, for this I vow. There is no existence on earth worth living, or any realm, without you by my side. If anyone can survive the destined destruction, we can, as long as we are one.”
“How is that possible when all that we have is a constant battle of wills?” she whispered.
“Nay, not a battle of wills. A battle of love.”
She stiffened, sucking in a breath and holding it.
He’d have to actually say the words that he’d never spoken to another soul. “I love you, Tierra de Moray.”
She shook her head as though his declaration had produced feelings of panic. “No, you want me,” she said. “If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t treat me like a possession.”
“You are my possession just as I am yours.”
She stared at him stunned. “What do you mean?”
“We belong to each other. As much of a hold as I have over you, yours is more powerful. You have the power to bring this immortal to his knees…if you so desire.” Admitting he loved her had been scary enough, but to reveal how much control she really had over him, felt like he’d cut open his chest and exposed his heart in the most vulnerable of ways.
His words pleased her, by the smile that tugged her lips until her skin blushed, turning him to putty in her hands.
“How about we take a shower and then you get on your knees for me,” she suggested wickedly.
