Page 35 of War's Witch
WAR
My blood is boiling from both anger and having my woman in my lap, grinding down on my cock.
After hearing her voice tremble as she told me what that fucker did to her, the urge to track the bastard down and gut him is fucking strong.
Rage claws at my insides to make him bleed, but I push it down, because right now, it's just her and me, and there is no way I am stopping what is about to happen.
The time has come for me to bury myself deep inside of her again, showing her who she belongs to. My dick has ached for her for months and now that I have her, there is no stopping me. Only her.
I wrap my arms around her, my palms flat on her back holding her to me, keeping her where she belongs. I flex my hips, making her gasp, her gaze meeting mine.
“Let me in. With all of my heart, I will never hurt you, never mute you. You will become my whole heart, Cleo.”
She shakes her head, and I frown at her. Gently, her hands come up, framing my jaw. She looks me right in the eyes, and my heart jumps in my chest in anticipation of what is about to slip past her lips.
“I cannot hold your whole heart, Mason. Lilian deserves her part of your heart also; she had you first, and I will not remove her from you.” Fuck me, the last bit of thick ice that surrounded my heart just melted.
“Fuck, you are perfect.” I kiss her like my life depends on it.
“Fuck me, Mason,” she whispers against my lips and it is like hot lava to my balls.
Standing up with her in my arms, her legs go around my hips and I walk down the hall, hoping to find her bedroom.
“Second door on the left,” she guides me.
I enter the bedroom and her familiar scent hits my senses. I groan, my cock pulsing in my jeans.
She makes me come alive in ways that I have only felt once before, but this time it is more intense and bone deep. Cleo sighs against my mouth as I kiss her, my hands wandering over her delectable body, removing clothes so I can see more of her.
She wastes no time stripping me, her tiny hands on my hot skin making my balls ache and my dick leak. Her fingertips trace the tattoos across my bare chest, before she leans in, pressing her lips to the angel wings that are on either side of Lilian’s initials.
My heart leaps in my chest; the battlefield of my heart and soul collide, and Cleo wins. This woman it is for me. I pray to the chrome gods that they do not take this love from me.
Love? Can that happen this fast again?
Fuck yeah, it can. I married Lilian just three months after meeting her, and we had four good years together.
I want the rest of my life with Cleo.
That intimate act, coupled with the sweet kisses and thewhimpers that slip from her, will be the death of me. Kissing her again, I try to pour all of my emotion into this one kiss, so she knows that I am claiming her.
I drag my mouth from hers, smiling when she whimpers.
“My baby likes my mouth.”
“Yes. God, yes, you make me feel good, Mason.”
“I am going to fuck you now, baby. You will scream my name when you come all over my cock, squeezing me, milking me dry.”
She blinks up at me with dark eyes, my dick nudging at her wet hole, before slamming into her.
Her back bows off the bed, her neck arches back, and she is a fucking sight to see. With parted lips she gasps, whimpers, and pants my name. Her tits bounce with every thrust of my hips.
My cock is buried so deep inside of her, I do not know where I start and she ends. We are one.
“Fuck, my sexy little witch feels so good around my cock.” My voice is guttural.
“That feels so good. I am so full, Mason. Make me come please. Harder, faster,” Cleo begs me.
