Page 128 of Soul of a Witch

“You honor me.” I was stunned to see him duck his head, a small bow before he kissed me. It was addictive to have his hands on me; I never wanted it to end. “You’ll heal swiftly, especially in Hell. But it will hurt.”

He smiled when I presented him with the jewelry I’d already selected. It matched his, although it was slightly smaller, designed to sit snuggly through the hood of my clitoris. He retrieved a pillow, woven of soft fibers, and placed it under my head as I lay beside the pool, suddenly nervous now that he was between my legs with a needle.

But it was the best kind of nerves. The kind that roiled through my stomach, shuddered in my chest, made my hands shake and my head buzz.

“Nervous?”

I quickly nodded. I was turned on, I was intrigued, I was shivering with anticipation – and yes, I was absolutely terrified.

“I know you can take it for me.”

Closing my eyes, I slowly exhaled. His words took me back to that night he saved my life and claimed my soul; how it had torn him apart to do it, how he’d broken his own heart to protect me.

We’d come so far since then, it felt like an eternity.

His fingers spread me open, and he moaned softly in admiration. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Everly. If there was anything I could ever worship, it would be you.”

He lowered his head, and I practically levitated off the stone as he closed his mouth over me. Keeping me spread apart with his fingers, he sucked my clit while flicking the bud with his tongue, causing my legs to twitch with every caress.

“Be brave for me now, darling. Take a deep breath…”

Inhaling didn’t stop my whimper as the needle slid in. The sting was sudden and sharp, but dissipated far more quickly than I expected.

“There’s my good girl.” He fit the jewelry in, and I winced at the discomfort, but couldn’t deny the swell of heat in my abdomen. Every little touch of his fingers was a tease, egging me on.

“Jewels fit for a goddess,” he said, admiring me before he lowered his head again, kissing my thighs. “You’ll be tender for a little while. But your magic is bolstered by this place; you’ll heal quickly.”

He lifted me from the rock, holding me as we sunk back into the pool. As my bones turned to jelly, and I lay limp against him, my demon said, “I’d like to see how hard you’ll come with that pretty jewel pierced through you. Glittering like a treasure…”

“You should find out.” I wrapped my legs around his hips, his hard cock nudging against my entrance.

But he grasped my hips, hard, preventing me from impaling myself on him.

With a sardonic smile, he said, “You’re too tender for it.” I made a soft sound when his finger brushed lightly over my new jewelry. “You’ll have to be patient and wait.”

“No.” I pouted, rolling my hips against him in a way that was undeniably demanding, as I slid my fingers around his throat. “I don’t want to be patient. I. Want. You.”

Before I could get out another word, he grabbed my face, squeezing my jaw. He pressed me against the side of the pool, grinning hungrily.

“You want it that badly?” His voice was dangerously low. “Prove it. Beg for it.”

My breath stuttered. “Please…”

His fingers tightened, digging in until I whimpered. “Beg.Show me how desperately you want it, darling. Convince me.”

He let me go and sat on the edge of the pool with his legs spread, leaning back on his palms. Water streaked down his tattooed chest. His cock jutted up, monstrously thick and glistening with his new jewelry.

Positioning myself between his legs, I looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “Please, Callum.” I stroked my fingers along his thighs, lowering myself until my mouth was only inches away from his shaft. “Please fuck me.” I brushed my lips over him, flicking my tongue at the sparkling gem pierced through his head. “Treat me like your whore.”

His breath caught, and he held it. I smiled.

“I know you want to.” I traced my tongue from the base of his thick cock, up his shaft, caressing his balls in my hand. They were soft as velvet, and tightened as I closed my lips over his tip, swirling my tongue around him.

“Tempting little succubus, aren’t you?” he said, still holding his breath. Struggling to control himself.

Popping my mouth off his cock, I sucked my finger instead, making it slick.

“If you’re worried about hurting my piercing, I have another hole to fuck.” I stroked my finger over his taint, pressing lightly. He leaned back, holding himself up on his elbows so he could watch me. “I want you to fuck my ass.” I pressed my finger inside him, and his lips parted with a soft sound. “I want you to stretch me open with that big, thick cock and fill me with your cum.”

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