Page 129 of Soul of a Witch

Lowering my head, I stroked my tongue around where my finger was buried in him, probing at the tight ring of muscle. He growled, and his hand snaked around the nape of my neck to tightly grip my hair. He held my head there as I licked, probing my finger in and out. His wings were splayed out, twitching every time I pressed my finger in past the knuckle.

“I’d destroy you, darling,” he said, his voice so dark that I shivered. “Is that really what you want? To get your ass ripped open by this cock?”

Unable to raise my head, I made an affirmative noise. He smiled ravenously, arching his back to force my finger deeper inside.

“I’m not sure I believe you,” he said. I begged, but my words were muffled as I pleasured him with my tongue. “Mm, that’s it. Are you going to be a good whore for me? I’m going to take my time, stretch you open slowly. I’ll make that tight, perfect assmine.”

He dragged me backwards by my hair, slipping into the water and then shoving me toward the side of the pool. My knees came to rest on the low shelf along the edge, and he pushed my head forward so I was bent over the lip of the pool. His claws pricked into me as he curled over my back, possessively stroking his tongue along my spine until he could bite down on my shoulder.

“I get to claim your virginity yet again.”

His long tongue caressed over my puckered hole before he spat, his finger swirling the saliva over me.

“So tight,” he said, barely pressing inside. Groaning, I focused on keeping my muscles relaxed as he entered me. He worked his fingers, pumping them, stretching me open.

“It’s going to feel even better with my cock inside you.” He thrust his fingers in and out, saliva dripping from his tongue to keep me slick. “Let your magic help you. You’re going to need it.”

He added a third finger, taunting me gently as I whimpered and squirmed. He continued like that for several minutes, stretching me open, praising me as I relaxed for him.

“That’s my pretty little whore. So tight for me. Take it nice and deep…”

His fingers withdrew, and I caught my breath as the head of his cock pressed against me instead. Glancing back, with my cheek still flat against the stone, I watched him stroke himself as he admired me. One hand gripped my ass, holding me open as he pleasured himself.

The sight of that pearlescent gem at the end of his cock made me shiver with anticipation. He met my eyes and spat on his length.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he said. “There’s no return from damnation.”

“Why would I want to return?” I said, and my voice broke as he pressed inside me. I saw stars, the ache so sudden and sharp. “Fuck, wait — wait —”

He paused immediately, tracing his claws up and down my spine in a mesmerizing way.

“Breathe deeply for me,” he said. “Let your magic fill your muscles and relax you.”

It wasn’t easy to do as he said. My thoughts were all over the place, buzzing like bees disturbed from their nest. But with every deep breath, the tension eased from my muscles. Callum was stroking himself with his head inside me, perfectly content to take his time. As I relaxed, I gyrated my hips, nudging myself back and pressing him deeper inside.

“That’s it. You just can’t resist, can you?” Callum praised me as I moved, one hand still rubbing soothingly over my back. “Such a good girl for me. How does that feel?”

“So…so good, Callum.” I felt drunk and giddy. It didn’t hurt as he entered me even deeper, but thestretchwas mind-blowing. “Holy shit, you’re so big.”

“Or perhaps you are merely so very small,” he said, arching over my back like a predator and driving all the way inside. I cried out — overwhelmed, stunned at how incredibly full I felt. If it weren’t for the magic tingling in every nerve, I had no doubt the size of him would have injured me. But instead, I lay limp and trembling, rocking myself against him with lazy movements.

Too lazy for his taste.

He pulled me up and wrapped his arm around my neck, holding me pinned tightly against his body as he thrust into me. The groan he forced out of me was obscene, my body shaking as he slammed into me. My clit was so swollen it ached, but even that wound didn’t feel as tender as it should have.

“Your body is a work of art,” he murmured. “I should hang you on display and never let you go.”

Never let you go. Every time he said those words, my heart swelled. Combined with the overwhelming sensation of him inside me, using me for his pleasure, my eyes rolled back.

“That’s gonna make me come, Callum,” I gasped. He snarled, hips slapping sharply against my wet skin.

“Fuck, you’re glorious. Should be a sin — a fuckingsinto feel so good, to look so irresistibly perfect. Every inch of you…” His hands trailed over me, grasping and possessive. My head fell back against his shoulder, my body beyond my control. “Mine. My witch, my goddess, my whore. In sickness and in health, in life and beyond death. Always and forever.”

My bliss exploded into ecstasy. All I could do was breathe, swaddled in the tight grip of his arms, ravaged by the intensity of his body. His movements grew more urgent, messier, rougher — until he came inside me with a snarl, wet skin pressed tight to mine, his words still trailing in my ear, “I’ll love you endlessly, darling.”

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