Page 89 of Witch Untold
It had been too long since we’d touched like this. Been alone like this. Too long, and I didn’t want to play. I wanted to get down to business.
I fisted his hair and hauled his mouth to mine, claiming him with deep, satisfying kisses that I felt down to the tips of my toes.
He chuckled into my mouth and pulled free.
“Fuck.”
“You wish.”
He spun us and then my back was pressed to the mattress and his delicious weight was on me.
Maybe this was why he was drifting. This lack of physical and sexual connection. Had I done this to him by holding him at arm’s length?
He parted my robe, laying me bare, then ran his fingers down my torso, pausing at my pubic bone.
His eyes narrowed, features sharp, cruel, and fucking sexy. “Ask for it.”
My chest heaved with anticipation, heart swelling with love. “Jasper, please touch me.”
JASPER
“Jasper, please touch me.”
Sweeter words have never been spoken. I’ll touch her in my own time, at my pace, the pace that drives her wild.
I don’t know where I’ve been, and I have no idea when I’ll be ripped away again. There’s a sense of urgency inside me, the urge to just take her, to sink into her and have her surround me, pulsing, moaning. To stay here with her.
I close my eyes and sit back on my haunches. I can’t do that. Not without damaging the seal, and although I don’t give a shit about that, she does, and that…that matters.
Shematters.
I want to taste her. Sip on her desire as it floods my senses in moans and gasps and the brush of skin on skin. I need to own her, but it’s more than that…I want her to own me in return.
I slip the tie of her robe free and wrap it around my fist. Her cornflower-blue gaze drifts to my hands and then she licks her lips and raises her arms above her head.
My cock twitches at her compliance. I lean over her, tying her wrists together, and suck in a sharp breath as she laves my nipple with her tongue.
She’s laid bare, golden hair spread out on the sheets, delectable body stretched out, ready for me. She makes a small sound of impatience, gaze dropping to my waistband.
“Take it off.”
I oblige, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down, taking my boxers with them. I could just make my clothes vanish, but if I did that, I’d miss this reaction. The rapid breathing, the dilating of her pupils, and the involuntary tilt of her hips as she offers her wet, glistening core to me.
“Dammit, Jasper.” Her tone is breathless and laced with frustration.
I cup her sex and she stops breathing, locking gazes with me, almost challenging me, and that look is a tightness at the base of my spine and a fist around my cock.
She’s hot and wet, and fuck, I don’t want to play games anymore. I want to take her.
I do just that with my fingers, sliding into her heat, reveling in how she clutches me, reveling in her moan and the movement of her hips as I work her. Her scent is an aphrodisiac making my mouth water. I’m ready to feast.
I claim her with the most intimate kiss and her cry is a sharp, desperate sound. Her thighs part further, hips moving against me as I devour her.
“Jasper. Oh, God. Please.” She claws at me, fisting my hair with her bound hands.
I grip her thighs and explore her with my tongue. Her body tightens, and I pull back and replace my mouth with the length of my cock.
Her eyes widen in panic. “We can’t.”
