Page 32 of To Tempt a Witch to Sin

“Shh.” More tugging. “You’re in break mode. You don’t get to talk in break mode.”

She pressed her lips together, both to keep from shooting something back and to stop her grin. The sensation of him disentangling her strands, the minuscule pulls on her scalp—gentle, so incredibly gentle—lulled her into even more relaxation. She floated, her body weightless.

“There now.” The low tremor of his voice somewhere behind her. “That’s a beautiful sight. Blissed out, loose-limbed, and all mine to play with.”

She opened one eye. Which didn’t do much for her vision since all she saw was the pillow. Her muscles made a mockery of her attempt to move, so she cleared her throat. “I don’t think I’m ready to—”

Her sentence ended in a breathy moan as his hand slid between her open thighs, right to the spot that still throbbed, swollen from arousal and—apparently—craving more. Gods. Who was this shamelessly insatiable woman she’d turned into? She’d never been like this with anyone else. She’d never known this kind of hunger, the sort of need that razed everything else in its path.

One small touch, calculated with predatory precision, and she was on fire again…pushing back her hips to meet his fingers. Oh, so now her muscles cooperated? Figured. She’d have blushed in embarrassment if she wasn’t already burning up from rekindled lust.

Tallak laughed with his lips against her lower back, and then he nipped at her butt, causing her to tighten around his fingers. “I just noticed,” he said, dragging his mouth down, closer to where his hand between her legs did things that made her bite the pillow, “that I haven’t tasted you yet.”

Both her eyes now shot open. But where she would have stiffened before, uncertainty and stupid shyness tightening her muscles, only languid desire remained, her body pliant and her mind generously hands-off. A sliver of unease, merely a whisper against her relaxed thoughts, instead of the kind of tension that would have made her too anxious to enjoy this act—stemming from the fact that her only other experience with receiving oral sex had been with Robert, and it hadn’t ended well.

The one time her late husband had deigned to reciprocate, he’d stopped after barely a minute, accusing her of being frigid for her lack of response. Of course, it’d had nothing to do with lack of skill on his part… No, it had been her fault, like so much else.

“There goes that mind of yours again,” Tallak muttered, “spinning its gears.” His voice turned musing. “Now, what can I do to make that stop?”

Before she could speak, he grabbed her hips and drew them up, shoving a pillow underneath. She was still so weak-limbed that she simply let him do it, accepted this new position without protest—the only sound that came from her was a startled gasp when the wet heat of his mouth touched her most intimate flesh.

She jerked at the sensation of his tongue tracing her folds, alternating licks and dancing, teasing little taps that made her breath catch, her muscles clench around aching emptiness. Just when anxious doubts wanted to intrude again, he sucked on her labia, and her thoughts splintered. Her face still buried in the pillow, she let out a surprised moan, shivering under the tingles of mounting excitement.

His tongue darted out to lap around her clit—not touching it directly, but rather working the area around it, much like she liked to do when she pleasured herself. And it had the same effect of driving her arousal higher, making her oh-so eager for that first, direct contact.

When it came, in the form of a long, hard stroke of his tongue that ended in a twirl, she all but ripped the sheet with her nails. Her toes curled and she bit down on the pillow, her breath shallow and fast as she teetered on the precipice, so close to tipping over…

He slid two fingers inside her, pumped smoothly in and out while he licked at her, and let his demon energy whisper over her skin, caress her in velvet nips and a thousand little stimulations to her own inherent magic.

She didn’t just tip over the edge; she hurtled over. Her orgasm fired through her in a series of coruscant explosions of pleasure, leaving her a quivering—though thoroughly satisfied—mess slumped on the bed.

Tallak pulled the pillow out from under her hips, nudged her legs wider apart, and came up over her, his weight a delicious pressure on her back. Yes, please, was her only thought as he pushed inside her. His breath fanned her cheek, a low moan that was half growl falling from his lips, and it was the most potent aphrodisiac, hearing his pleasure while he thrust into her.

Impossibly, she got right back to the tipping point, her arousal a sharp-edged force infusing her blood, making her crave another release with unrelenting need.

“Your hand,” she ground out.

Blessedly, he understood her intent, slid his arm underneath her to rub over her clit as he pounded into her, and the combined pressure of his touch and feeling his cock move inside her snapped the tethers on her mounting pleasure. She came with a hoarse cry, and he followed her over seconds later. He rode out the climax with shallow thrusts, then sank down on her long enough that she felt gloriously crushed into the mattress.

Dear gods. She would never recover from this night.

When he rolled off her and left the bed to pad into the living room, she forced herself to somehow glide onto the floor and collect her clothes. She’d managed to pull on her panties and bra when Tallak’s form filled the door. Amber eyes glowing in the semidarkness as he took a sip from the water bottle he’d brought, he watched her shimmy back into her jeans.

It took quite an effort to ignore the temptation of a naked Tallak in her field of vision, but she succeeded in not looking and instead reached for her sweater. At that, he clucked his tongue and prowled over to her. Setting the water bottle on the nightstand, he snatched her sweater from her hands and hurled it away over his shoulder.

“I let you pull on your jeans,” he said calmly, “because it makes your tits bounce ever so delightfully, but unless you want me to strip you out of your sweater with my teeth, there’s no need to put it back on.”

She cleared her throat, then retreated a step to get out of whatever force field of sexual allure buzzed around him. “We had our fun. Now I’m leaving.”

“Night’s not over.” He followed, the heat of his unwavering gaze inciting entirely wayward parts of her to throb in renewed desire. “You agreed to stay until dawn.”

She made a disbelieving sound. “You’re not really holding me to that, are you?”

His answer was a slow, slow smile, a rakish twinkle to his eyes, right before he tackled her onto the bed.

CHAPTER 11

When Hazel woke, it was with a start and the niggling feeling of having forgotten something. Disoriented for a moment, she blinked against the semidarkness until her eyes adjusted to the faint light streaming in from the slits between the heavy curtains.

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