Page 11 of War's Witch
“Shit,” she mutters.
Damn, I can smell how turned on she is. It makes my dick go crazy inside my jumpsuit; thank fuck the knot hides what will be hers for the night.
“I think you knew what you were doing. You planned oncoming here tonight and bewitching someone into taking you hard and dirty, didn’t you, baby?”
She nods, saying nothing. Seeing her lick her lips pulls a growl from me.
“Dance for me, Cleo.” I swear her body melts at me saying her name.
I spin her around so her back is pressed against my front, making sure she can feel what she is doing to me. My body reacting to hers is what will make this night a fucking good one.
“You feel good against my cock, baby. I bet it would feel even better buried inside of you.”
Her ass is nestled into my crotch, my cock throbbing with need for this sexy little witch.
I can feel her breathing hitch at my words and I smirk against her neck, breathing in her scent that is fucking driving me wild.
My focus is completely on her. It is like we are not in the club, everything and everyone is just fucking gone, and we are the only two people left. And fuck me, I like it that way.
Knowing the black feather is safely tucked in my pocket, a sign maybe from my Lilian, I let my body and soul feel Cleo.
There is just something about her that draws me in. Her pale green eyes are magical and being true to her costume, she has put a spell on me.
Her round plush ass presses into my dick and I growl close to her ear, making her body tremble. Damn, I bet her entire body shakes when she comes, sending violent ripples of ecstasy through her.
I need to see that.
I need to feel it.
The song changes to a slower one and I know that this is the work of the Ol’ Ladies. Raising my gaze up, I see the womenpulling their men onto the dance floor, and Cleo and I are no longer the only couple dancing.
“Turn around,” I command, and she fucking obeys without question.
When she faces me, her hands go to my shoulders, her eyes wide and filled with lust, wonder, and mischief. Yeah, fucking Cleo will be fun, and I know she will leave a mark on me.
“Never took you for a slow dancing kind of man. Thought you would bolt.” She grins, and it is like a sucker punch to the throat.
“Fuck, you are beautiful.”
“You are not so bad yourself, there, jailbird.” She giggles, making me smile.
Her breath hitches as she looks at me. “Damn, you should smile more, War. You are fucking hot when you are looking all broody, but when you smile, you are gorgeous.”
My eyebrow arches. “Gorgeous? Nah, babe, I am sexy as fuck.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“You say what you mean, don’t you?”
She shrugs, giving me a genuine smile. “Life is too short to waste it. You only get to live once, so make the most of it. Find love with the right person and embrace it, because you never know when it will be taken away or find a way to destroy you.”
Her eyes widen like she cannot believe that she just said that, but hell, her words hit me deep in my soul. Never did I think that I would feel something for another woman after my wife, but here she is. In my arms, making me question why the fuck I have cut myself off from finding someone to spend the rest of my days with.
“Definitely a fucking spell,” I mutter under my breath, butshe hears me.
“No spell, just me. I do not bullshit, War. What you see is what you get.”
“Oh, I plan on getting.” I slam my mouth onto hers, making her gasp.
