Page 12 of War's Witch
My tongue slips between her lips, tasting her last drink. Cinnamon.
Her hands go around my neck, her nails digging into my skin as she holds me to her, and she kisses me back with a force that sends my cock into overdrive.
I have not kissed another woman since my wife; it has always felt like such an intimate act, and I never wanted that until now.
Until Cleo.
Her mouth feels good; her tongue duels with mine. I suck down her little whimpers and moans, each one going straight to my dick, making him needy as hell.
We get lost in the kiss, her hands on me, keeping me to her, as if she is afraid that I will hightail it out of here. There is no fucking chance of that happening when I want to be deep inside of her.
Heavy rock starts to play again, and the chatter picks up. Breaking the kiss, I grin down at her, loving how her eyes are glassy with lust, her lips swollen from our kisses, and her breathing fast.
“Come outside with me; we could do with some fresh air.” She nods and lets me lead her away from the safety of the room and her friends.
Her trust in me does something to my soul.
With her hand in mine, we step out into the humid Vegas heat. The music fades as the door closes behind us, muffling the pulse of the party. Some of the brothers have spilled outside, their laughter low as they talk, the light from thefirepit flames dancing across their faces giving them an eerie look.
Wanting her all to myself, I lead her away from the crowd. She comes willingly—something about her trust, the way she follows without hesitation, settles under my skin and makes me ache in ways I haven’t felt in years.
It’s not fear I see in her eyes, but desire and a spark of anticipation.
We slip around the corner, and I press her against the wall, needing to feel her body and lips against mine. My hands drop to her ass, groping at the juicy globes. I flex my fingers, feeling how fucking incredible it is.
In a flash I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my hips, in the perfect position for rubbing my cock into her.
“Oh shit, War.” She pants, and I am fucking done, hearing her moaning my name when I am not inside of her yet, but soon.
Chapter
Seven
CLEO
I am used to having sex with random men; hell, I made it my mission so that I would not get attached to another man again, but being manhandled by War sets off a whole box of fireworks inside my body. Every nerve seems to know that it is him touching me.
His kisses are addictive.
The way that he rocks his hips has the knot of his jumpsuit pressing into my stomach, as his hard cock rubs against my lace panties.
I pant into the kiss. My body is falling into his like it has done so a million times before.Why does it feel different with him?I push the thought away, keeping in mind that this is a one-night thing; I will never see War again when I leave.
A barb of pain hits my chest but I moan, pressing my body tighter to his to push the emotion away.
I am here for hot biker sex and that is it.
No way will I ever let a man rule me again.
“Fuck, I need to see if you taste this good everywhere,” he growls against my mouth.
“Then do it. On your knees, War,” I demand, expecting him to tell me to fuck off, but to my shock, he winks, lowering my feet to the ground before dropping to his knees.
Holy shit.
Now that is sexy.
His big green eyes are filled with desire for me, and his nostrils flare as he slips my satin skirt up my thighs.
