Page 21 of Chosen, Eternally
One of James’s hands begins a titillating trajectory down my chest, between my breasts. He stops for a moment to circle one of my nipples—to pinch and tug it while I moan in pleasure. Heat that has nothing to do with the hot water starts to build between my legs, a delicious empty feeling building low in my stomach.
“Cate,” he whispers in my ear, his voice taking a dark tone. “If you tell me about your fantasies, I may just make them come true, baby.”
I whimper, because this is beyond my wildest dreams. Having him back is already more than I could’ve ever hoped for, but to have him like this, too?
“Tell me.” This time, his voice takes on a more pleading tone. Because that’s James: always wanting to please me. Take care of me. Make sure I’m happy and my needs are met above anyone else’s.
And it’s never been like that with anyone else. It’s always about the good of the many. Even before I became the Chosen Protector, I’ve never been allowed to pick what life to lead formyself. The Magicks Shoppe. Witch lessons. Not being allowed to leave Salem. Everyone else in my life only ever spoke of my duty to the world around me.
Not James. No, he’s always been one to think of how to make my life easier, happier. Better.
Gods, I love him.
“Well, I thought a lot about us in here. I’d… turn off the lights. Use my powers to make the ceiling look like the night sky. And then just…” I sigh, closing my eyes. “Let go. Think of us in a better place. A different timeline where things didn’t go to shit.”
James places a reassuring kiss on my shoulder.
“Most of the time, it wasn’t anything sexual,” I admit. “Mostly, I dreamed of a life together. What our lives should’ve been had our future not been ripped away from us. But when I wasn’t thinking of things like that, I fantasized about something more…”
“More what, baby?” he presses, his voice gravelly.
“Just…More.”
I feel his crooked smile against my neck, then a small bite on my skin before he soothes it with the flick of his tongue. The danger of his sharp fangs turns me on even more for some reason. I know it goes against everything I was raised to believe in, but I almost beg for him to bite me.
To claim me.
To taste me.
I just want to surrender myself over to him.
When I moan at the thought, he laughs darkly.
One of his hands dips below the water, moving up my inner thigh in a slow, tantalizing caress. I lean back into him with a moan when his fingers reach my clit. Begin to circle it in a way that makes me hate him and love him at the same time.
“James.”
“Tell me, baby,” he murmurs in my ear. “Did you ever imagine this? Did you imagine me playing with your pussy right here?”
I gasp for breath when his fingers finally come over my clit, rubbing it in a perfect, consistent, yet torturous rhythm.“Yes,” I burst. “Yes, so many times.”
His laugh is dark when he moves his index and middle finger down to my folds, where I’m slick and wet, and I’m not talking about the bath water.
“I’ve dreamt about this pussy countless times,” he confesses. “How you would feel in my mouth. How you wouldtaste. How I would happily spend hours worshipping at your fucking feet, eating you out for as long as you’ll let me.”
My chest rises and falls, my breathing embarrassingly fast and desperate, as if I’ve been drowning for months without him. And haven’t I, though? Haven’t I been practically anoxic this entire time?
He moves his two fingers lower, tapping at my entrance in a silent request for permission.
I don’t hesitate to nod.Enthusiastically.
James growls and bites my earlobe before hooking both fingers into me, pushing through without further delay. It’s almost forceful, but I love it. I’m already sore from earlier this morning, aching from the friction of his thick cock and everything we’ve done over the past twenty-four hours, but it’s good. I like the pain. It serves as a reminder that he’s real. Thatthisis real and that my hallucinations haven’t gotten the better of me. That the way he thrusts and hooks his fingers into me right now, the heel of his hand expertly pressed against my clit, isn’t just another scene from the catalogue of fantasies in my head.
It doesn’t take long before his fingers get me there. After too short a moment, I’m coming in his arms as he whispers impossible words.
…most incredible thing I’ve ever seen in my life…
…wanna come on your tits and face and just?—
