Page 22 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
I scrunch up my face as I realize what I need to do. “What do you need to be able to stay corporeal all day?”
His eyes travel the length of my body. “I would need a good deal of your pleasure. Perhaps not an orgasm, but more than from a back massage, or a happy memory.”
I gnaw on my lower lip. “Okay. What…um…what can we do?”
He takes a measured step closer to me. “What do you like?”
I swallow thickly, my heart pounding. “I dunno. Normal sexy stuff.”
His eyes glimmer like water in the sun. Gravity seems to shift, pulling me toward him until my hands are resting on his chest.
“May I touch you?” he asks, lifting his hand to my face.
“If I tell you to stop, will you?”
“Immediately.”
I take a shaky breath. “Okay. You can touch me.”
His fingers are soft against my cheek, almost tickling, as he drags them back to my ear and down to my chin. I shiver, my thundering heart pumping harder still.
“Your anticipation is palpable,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers over my lips.
“What does it feel like?” I ask.
The rise and fall of his chest is heavy, steady, and I feel the thrum of his heart under my right hand. It’s beating just as fast as mine.
He grips my chin, turning my face away as he leans down to my neck. His nose grazes my pulse-point, sending a surge of desire through my body. My nipples harden and the muscles of my core clench.
His low voice caresses my skin. “It’s like smelling the most delicious meal, knowing you’re about to feast. I could devour you for eternity.”
I’ve never been talked to or touched like this, with reverence. Even if it’s just the energy my pleasure feeds him, he’s treating me like I’m so much more, and for right now, I want to live in the fantasy a little longer. After all, who in this world gets to say they’ve been pleasured by an incubus?
His fangs tease my earlobe. “Come sit down with me.” It’s one part question, with an underline of command. I feel like I’m losing control, but in the best sort of way. A way that’s as thrilling as it is terrifying.
I move with him as he lures me toward the little dining room table, now spectacularly clean thanks to the dust bunnies. His tail loops the leg of a chair and pulls it out. He sits, dragging me down with him onto his lap, and it’s the most fluid, graceful movement I’ve ever experienced with so much heat in my veins.
One hand slides down to my ass and he tucks me against his groin, while the other traces the skin over my clavicle.
“Here?” he asks, our faces inches apart.
I nod, my eyes heavy-lidded.
He leans down and my hands flex on his shoulders. His soft, silver hair feathers my cheek as his lips explore. They’re warm and smooth, like flower petals stroking my skin. Each kiss is gentle at first, testing, and I melt into him with a sigh.
“That’s my witch,” he whispers against my neck.
I never knew how much I could like being claimed, that I could crave the idea of being someone’s something. Being his witch, right now, feels like the best of all the sins.
His mouth opens on the next kiss and he sucks, teasing my skin with his teeth. I rock my hips mindlessly against him, and he groans, his hand flexing on my ass. His tongue smooths over the hollow of my neck and then he nips me. I suck in a gasp, reflexively tensing my thighs on either side of him.
With teeth that sharp he could easily rip out my throat…and there’s something so dangerously delicious about that thought. He wouldn’t—I’m pretty sure—but hecould.
I lift my chin as he pushes his way to the other side of my neck, showing it even more attention with rough strokes of his tongue and lustful bites. A moan slips from between my lips as I rock against him. He firmly grips my ass in one hand and thrusts up to meet me. His thick erection is so hot I can feel it through our pants, feel the need and the yearning. The thought of his desire has my muscles tensing. My core aches, and slickness coats my panties.
I rock against him harder, grabbing his other hand at my waist and guiding it to my breast. He grumbles something in a language I don’t know and licks all the way up to my chin. Then his lips are descending on mine. Panic grips me and I jerk back as my brain roars loudly, “Kisses are for couples!”
His sparkling eyes search mine for answers as he pants hungrily.
