Read Online Something About Witches by Joey W. Hill - Free Book Online

body responded, what her soul needed. Not just the dark, ugly part of her soul that Mikhael knew. Derek knew all of it, the dark and light.
    But she wasn’t that same girl. As Raina said, Derek was one of the good guys. If he knew just how dark she’d gone, he’d no more have sex with her than he would with a harpy straight from the fetid depths of Hell.
    Stop it. This is your fantasy. All yours.
Don’t ruin it.
She hollowed her cheeks, flicked her tongue over the base of his cock, and the spell was broken. His hand convulsed on her. The jeans were gone from under the chaps, but he was still wearing those sexy, flank-baring leathers. It made her thank Raina’s skill anew for allowing her mind to dispense with the improbable clothes-coordination issues. She wished her hands were free so she could trace that buckled line just above the pubic bone, though. When he thrust harder, she made a noise of urgency and distress at once. She wanted him to demand more of her, make her strain to pleasure him. She needed oblivion to leave the rest behind, and Derek had always had his own unique way of making that happen, ways she didn’t anticipate, like now.
    He pulled her off him. In that blink, the jeans were back and fastened, but he left the belt hanging loose. Before she could figure out why her mind would want him more clothed in
any
fantasy scenario, he was reaching behind her. The angle pressed his body against her and she burrowed her nose in his abdomen, putting her mouth on him there. He made a noise, freed her wrists from her ankles, though he left both still tied. Picking her up under her arms, he put her over his shoulder, his hand spreading out on her buttocks. She moaned again as he fingered the petals of her sex betweenher bound legs, and she writhed, nearly choking on the desire that swept through her.
    “You’re going to sit here now.” He placed her on the table, her feet on the bench, bottom firmly on the surface. “Don’t squirm. You might get splinters in places you don’t like. Though I might like plucking those out for you.” A flash of that devastating grin.
    Putting his knee on the bench to the right of her feet, he cupped her breasts in that tight corset, his gaze assessing, pleased by what he saw. She swallowed, quivering, as he freed the first several hooks so he could slide a finger inside, tease over her left nipple. At the first contact, she cried out, arched into the touch. “Still have those responsive tits. Remember how I could just look at them, and you’d get two hard little points? I could see them even under your bra, begging for attention.”
    Bending down, he put his mouth on top of her left breast, giving her a heated, openmouthed kiss on that curve, pushed up like a ripe offered fruit. His head, his hair, brushed her jaw, her cheek, and she closed her eyes, taking in his scent, her fingers clenching in the bindings. Had she been that smart or that masochistic in her fantasy, denying herself touch, because she knew that might take things too far into the emotional realm? The ropes around her ankles and wrists were a reminder of what she couldn’t have.
    “Derek….” She breathed his name, because she had to say it. Earlier today, she’d had to say it in scorn, but here she could say it the way she wanted. With need, desire, yearning.
    “I’m here, baby. I’ve got you. Give it all to me.”
    I didn’t mean it, when I sent you away and said I didn’t love you anymore….
    She couldn’t bring herself to say it aloud, but since she hadn’t let herself even think it for three years, she’d give herself that at least. She cried out again as his tongue found her nipple, teasing it on the inside of the corset’s loosened hold so the friction of the stiff fabric was enough to make her squirm, just as he’d warned her against. But heslid his hands down under her backside, cupping each cheek in one broad palm. It brought his fingers in contact with the wet folds between her legs