Page 36 of The Witch's Fate
I cannot think much more about following that path, because Ryker kisses me even deeper, his hand coming up to brace my jaw as his cock presses into me and desire burns hotter between us. From the corner of my eye, I notice more candles illuminate around us, guided by my magic to give me just enough light to look into his eyes. He pulls back, kisses me again, then watches my face with deep intent as his hands roam my body,rediscovering places he has touched before and worshipping them just the same.
My nipples harden, my eyes go half lidded and I nearly fall victim to another climax simply watching his eyes heat as he toys with me.
He gradually slips his fingers across my needy pussy and searches out my clit, then watches from only inches away as he coaxes another orgasm from me. They take less time to arrive now, but they also take longer to melt away. Each one building on the last. My back arches as I cry out his name, my nails scratching down his back gently. My pleasure only fuels him. Ryker seems fascinated by this. He draws out a second, then a third, and I put my hand on his wrist, gasping.
I will light this cottage on fire if I come again. I am sure of it.
“A moment,” I whisper, my eyes closed as heat travels up my chest and neck all the way up my face to my temple. My body rages with both heat and pleasure. “Only a moment.”
Ryker presses his lips against my neck, his breath sending more warmth through my body making my toes curl. I’d thought I had reached an impossible peak—one I might not be able to come down from—but the intensity of the pleasure ebbs until I can bear it again.
Until I find myself wanting more.
I turn my face to Ryker’s and find his lips with mine.
“Idalis,” he says into my mouth. “MyIdalis.”
When I reach for him, he understands instantly what I want and lifts me onto his lap, straddling him. As if reading my mind. The cool air on my skin makes my nipples tighten and Ryker notices, teasing one of them with his thumb. Playing with my body and I love it. His cock is hard and thick underneath me, and his other hand comes to my waist.
I love his steady touch. I love the look in his eyes. I love how his breathing gets heavier.
His eyes stay on mine, though his breathing gets ragged as I lower myself until my opening is poised over the thick head of his cock.
Then I sink down, slowly taking him in. My eyes close slowly, savoring every second of this moment.
Ryker lets his head fall back to the headboard and groans. I’ve never seen something so fucking sexy in my life as him lost in our touch.
It’s my turn to treasure the look on his face as I lower myself, guiding him inch by throbbing inch into the heat of my body.
As I work myself onto his cock, he twitches inside me, his hand flexing on my waist. His other hand drops to my other hip, and he steadies me, letting me drag out the last few inches until I am fully seated. Filled and wanting.
My head falls back, and I moan as my body adjusts to the final stretch. How can it be that he fits me so perfectly, yet still stretches me?
A thrill shivers down my spine. Ryker is not the only one with a fated mate.Ihave one as well. The giddy joy of it is far stronger than I had ever guessed it would be, and it heightens yet another wave of pleasure.
I have him now. He is just as much mine as I am his. A lover. A hope of more in this life. All the twists and turns have led me to him. All the things I did to protect myself guaranteed that he could reach me.
Ryker wraps me in his arms and guides me over his cock, letting out quiet grunts and heated curses through clenched teeth. We’ve been wrapped in each other for hours, yet every motion feels new and addictive.
Not even my powers are enough to keep my knees from shaking. As I climb higher and higher, Ryker rolls us over so that he is propped above me, his cock buried deep. He ravages me, taking control and pistoning his hips as if he needs me toscream out his name in pleasure more than anything else. Which is exactly what I do and he rides out my orgasm, but slows before his own is found. With gentle kisses on my jawline, I press my head into the pillow, desperate for air so I can breathe.
He pulls his hips back, a long, slow slide that makes me gasp, and thrusts back in. Then he sets a rhythm that’s steady and deep and fills me completely with each stroke. His lips part and he huffs out short breaths, but he never takes his eyes from my face. I want to see him like this in every part of life. There is so much intensity in him to match his soldier’s strength, and when it is all focused on me, it’s the only thing I want in the world.
His kisses are deep and include a few nips of my bottom lip. It seems he will never be satisfied that I have had enough pleasure, because he makes me come again with his fingers, and then again with just the angle of his hips.
Delirious with pleasure, I fall apart on the sheets, gasping and crying out and trembling. Ryker switches to making me comegently,which I had not thought was something that he could do after I had come so many times, but he can do anything.
I can do anything with him.
This is a form of magic. This pleasure and union. It’s strong and this spell will never be broken. I come again just from that thought, and Ryker growls into my ear, speeding up his thrusts.
It feels as if it’s healing the broken parts of me and doubling my powers and clearing my head all at once. This has to be fate. It has to be a sign from the moon.
As another orgasm threatens,I cry out, clutching at Ryker, begging even though I can hardly form words. I know it will not make sense to him. It does not even make sense to me. But I want him to stay. I want him inside me. I want him to bewith me, no matter what happens.
Ryker answers with his body. He pumps deeper inside me, thrusting with so much power that he can hardly find my lipswith his. He manages it every so often, and we press open-mouthed kisses to each other’s lips. It’s sinful and everything I need right now.
I spread my thighs wider and hook my legs behind his back, and then I have no choice but to fall off the edge of a forbidden cliff on the all-consuming pleasure of him.
