Page 75 of Bewitched By the Voodoo King
I pulled his hand in mine to my bare hip and hoped he got the point. He shook his head and scooped me up in his arms. “Not here. I want you spread out beneath me, where I can see every inch of you.”
His words only made me dizzier with want. If he didn’t hurry, I was going to die of need.
He didn’t bother with a towel as he walked us out of the bathroom, the shower still going, and water dripping from our bodies. My legs wrapped tight around his waist on instinct, the hard heat of his body making me forget how to breathe. He kicked the bedroom door wider, laid me onto the sheets, and hovered over me. I arched into his touch and kisses, desperate for more. When his hands traced my ribs, I shivered, not from cold but from the way his touch lit up every nerve inside me. I tangled my fingers in his locs, pulling his mouth back to mine, desperate and aching.
My nails grazed his damp skin, and his muscles flexed beneath my touch like he was holding himself back by sheer willpower.
“Rune,” I breathed against his lips.
When his hand skimmed the inside of my thigh, I shivered so hard it felt like my bones rattled.
But instead of rushing, he slowed, savoring me, drinking in every sound I made as if it was the only thing keeping him alive.
Rune’s hand slid higher, his fingers brushing the edge of my core, and I gasped against his lips. My body arched for him, hungry and desperate, but he held himself maddeningly still.
“Say it again,” he rasped, his voice like rough velvet.
“Rune,” My nails bit into his shoulders. “I need all of you, Rune.”
His control snapped. With a growl, he spread me wider beneath him, his shadows curling around my wrists to pin them against the sheets. The sensation sent a shiver through me, equal parts restraint and devotion, like he couldn’t stand to let me go.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I forced my eyes to stay open as he slid down my body, kissing every bare inch of me.
When his mouth closed over my breast, I nearly came undone, back arching as he teased mercilessly, shadows tightening around my wrists in warning.
“Patience,” he murmured against my skin, though his own breath came ragged, as if he was holding on by a thread.
When his fingers finally pressed into me, I cried out, my legs trembling against his hips. He worked me open with care, stretching me, coaxing me, while his other hand cupped my face with tender care. Every thrust of his fingers was a claim, every kiss an oath. I was a shaking and trembling mess beneath him. I shattered around him once, then again, but he didn’t stop. He carried me through each wave, drawing it out until tears burned the corners of my eyes. My golden magic was a sparkling sheen across my skin. Only then did he pull his fingers free from me and line himself up with the center of me. I squirmed against him, desperate for more. He was slow at first, letting me adjust to his size before he slammed all the way home, and I saw stars behind my eyes. The sheer size of him stole the breath from my lungs. He was not my first, but he was certainly the biggest.
I whimpered, arching up, trying to take him even deeper. Shadows slid along my wrists, anchoring me as if he feared I might fly apart. He drew back and thrust again, harder this time, and the sound that tore from my throat was pure surrender.
“More,” I begged.
That was all it took. He began to move, slow at first, each deliberate stroke stretching me wide before he drove harder, deeper, until the rhythm stole every coherent thought from my mind. My legs locked around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to never stop.
Rune bent low, his mouth crashing against mine, swallowing my cries as his hips snapped against me. His hand caught my jaw, tilting my face so I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. “Eyes on me, Maple. Always on me.”
“Yes,” I gasped, even as pleasure tore through me and his thumb found the center of me, between us.
I screamed his name as I shattered again, the force of it leaving me boneless against the sheets. But Rune didn’t stop—he drove me through it, his own moans growing rougher with each thrust.
The sound of our bodies meeting, the slick slide of skin against skin, the tangled mess of shadows and light sparking around us—it was enough to make me climax again.
When he finally came, it was with a shuddering groan, his body locked tight against mine as his release ripped through him. His shadows snapped free from my wrists, wrapping around both of us instead, cocooning me in his dark embrace. I clung to him, gasping, our foreheads pressed together as if we could breathe for each other.
For a long moment, the world was nothing but the thunder of our hearts and the aftershocks of magic still crackling in the air. His weight pressed me into the sheets, grounding me, claiming me as surely as his body had.
Rune’s lips brushed mine, soft now. “I never want to let you go.”
His words melted through me, more potent than any magic. I buried my face into the curve of his neck, breathing him in. His chest rose and fell against mine, still ragged, but his touch gentled as he stroked a wet strand of hair back from my cheek. He traced the line of my jaw, the hollow of my throat, as if relearning me in the silence that followed.
“Do you know what you’ve done to me?” Rune murmured, his voice rough. “You’ve turned me inside out; I don’t even know who I am without you.”
“I can’t believe any of this is real.”
His fingertips brushed up and down my bare spine as our breathing slowed and sleep started to take hold of us both.
