Page 18 of Master Campania

His eyes don’t leave mine for a second, as his lips travel the plane of my belly, sending streaks of desire as his tongue teases and caresses the sensitive flesh. When he circles my mound, my hips arch, immersed in his touch, consumed with a desire that threatens to devour us both.

Campania’s hands settle on my hips. “Still, enchantress. I’m in charge of your pleasure now.” He licks, long and slow strokes, driving me mad with desire as his tongue slides over the sensitive bundle of nerves until the need to move is more than unbearable.

His hands grasp my hips again, looking at me with those dark red eyes. “Still, or we start all over again, enchantress.”

I grasp the bedding, letting my head loll side to side. Anything to keep my lower body still, unwilling to stop moving and unable to bare the pleasure at the very same time. My body shivers with want, needing every stroke that he gives, white licks of heat, over and over until the waves of desire crest, causing me to shake uncontrollably on the end of his tongue.

His eyes watch me intently, glowing seductively in the dimness of the bedroom. The master vampire is a cruel lover, though, not letting me pause for a second before flipping me over and positioning me as he desires.

Campania runs a finger down the length of my cheeks, caressing the sensitive skin, and leaning me on my hands to balance as he caresses me with the end of his cock. “So wet and creamy for me, but I need words; you screaming my name as you come for me will do nicely.” He plunges to the very end of me, filling me, pulling out slow, and driving back in with strong thrusts that take my very breath away.

I try to move, but he grasps my hips even tighter and teases me unmerciful with his rigid cock, all the while, building and building, another climax that threatens to explode.

The little pants are coming from me, barely able to say a word. A male who wants control of the sex, he drives in deeper and harder with every breath. All the way to the end of me, until I can no longer stand it. The screams of his name are mine, lasting until every last delicious wave has subsided, and he’s followed me over the edge.

Campania rolls me over, cradling me in his strong arms. I nuzzle into his chest, as we both recover from our tryst. He strokes my hair, and there are no words; in this moment none are needed. We are both more than comfortable in the silence that we share. At peace with who we are, and the forbidden relationship that we now find ourselves part of in a world that is unforgiving of the smallest things, but especially this.

A witch and a vampire should not be together. This is what we’ve heard over the centuries, and I’m sure that’s what we’ll hear until the end of time. Only, I’m no longer able to understand the whys that justify the rule because Campania is everything I’ve ever wanted and didn’t know that I did.

The heat of his gaze draws me to his watchful eyes. I run a finger over his scruff. “I like this, especially when it rubs me in just the right way.”

He smiles, one that reaches his eyes and is meant just for me. My heart almost skips a beat as the butterflies dance in my belly.

He cradles me in his arms. “Mine.”

Chapter15

Campania

I don’t move,too intent on watching Willow sleep and not wanting the moment to end. The soft rhythm of her breath warms the bareness of my chest. Her dark hair slips through my fingers as I stroke her for the hundredth time, amazed at how silky and soft she is, and how relaxing it is being in bed with her, long after our needs are met.

Willow’s eyes open, and her lips curl into a bright smile just for me. She stretches shyly, and her nose crinkles in the cutest of ways. “What time is it?”

I shift, holding her in my arms. “About an hour before dusk. Time to get something to eat and meet the others at the Descallia. I probably should have woke you up sometime ago.”

She nuzzles into my chest, and no words are necessary. The contentment in our silence is enough. I kiss her lips and gently untangle myself from the little enchantress before I’m late to meet with the others.

Willow sits up, keeping herself covered with the sheet as she gets comfortable. Her eyes track me as I pick up the strewn clothes from the floor and bedside chair. “I’ll come with you. If you run into shifters who’ve been given a dose of magic capabilities, you’re going to need me.”

I shake my head. “No, you’ll go back to the Descallia estate where I know you’re safe.”

Her eyes flash and then start to swirl. “Look, I can help. There are a lot of things that I can do that will assist you. I can cast a spell on those mangy shifters and the rogue witches and vampires too!”

I turn at the door of the bathroom. “You’re going back to Descallia’s. When this is done and I return, I want to know that you’re there waiting for me and not ripped to shreds by one of those bastards, okay?”

Willow gives a dramatic sigh, but this disagreement is far from over. Her mind is swirling with everything imaginable to get her way. I smirk and head to the bathroom to give her some space. She was having a good time last night, and if we’re going to be together for longer than a night, and there’s no way that we’re not, making friends with Lucianna, Embry, and Raven is important.

I let the shower run for a second before stepping under the mist, thinking about last night. I knew before I bedded the little enchantress this was far different than all the rest. Bringing her to my own estate, into my bedroom and my bed? Not in the slightest bit interested in telling her to go after we were done. No, this is more than different. When I finish getting ready, she’s still under the sheet. Her eyes rake over me, and her cheeks turn a pink that makes my cock hard again. Damn that woman. “Your turn. Don’t be long, Jo lol I'm or I’ll shut off all the hot water.”

Her mouth gapes in feigned shock. She flashes me, letting the sheet fall just below her breasts.

My cock throbs underneath the towel. “Tease.”

She gives me a wink. “I am today.”

“Go shower before you earn that spot over my knee.”

She singsongs all the way to the shower. “Promises, promises.”

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