hands held in place by her magic as she slipped and slid all over him.
“Witch,” he hissed, and she only smiled in response. “You will pay for this.”
“Later,” she breathed, nipping at the ridges of his chest, then drawing her tongue up the side of his throat. If this was how she wanted to play, he would gladly give her control and let her go for as long as she wanted. Of all the women in his life, never had he found one this open, this wanton.
Russell closed his eyes and allowed himself to just feel, to take in the sensations of her body writhing against his. For a moment he lost track of her when their contact was broken, but then she had him in hand and was sliding her tight little body down onto him, taking him all the way to the root.
The phantom fingers at the base of his dick vanished, replaced by her wet heat, and the rhythmic, controlled rolling of the muscles in the walls of her sex. God, this woman knew how to fuck. If he opened his eyes, he knew he would see her holding her bottom lip between her teeth as she dragged her body up and forced it back down around him again.
Her hands landed against his chest, balancing her body as she began a slow, rolling rhythm over him, retracting, then squeezing him on the descent. Faster and faster she moved, until her body was little more than a quivering, undulating breath over him. Deep in his belly, his own pleasure grew until he felt like the top of his head would blow off.
With a snarl, he called on his Alpha instincts and broke the magical bonds around his wrists and took hold of her, opening his eyes to find her staring back through two dusky, emerald orbs. Catching her by the back of the neck with one hand, Russell towed her down and fastened his mouth over hers while using his other hand to continue the movements, putting her exactly where he wanted her.
When his fingers slipped between her folds and scraped over her swollen clit, she cried out, sucking in a ragged breath just in time for her entire body to tense, seizing around him again and again. He wanted to hold on, to feel every scrap of her pleasure before giving in when she slammed her body back down against him, taking him completely inside.
Without warning, his whole world unwound. Clutching her by the hips, Russell bucked beneath her once, his head thrown back against the pillows, and howled as he came. Colored lights burst behind his eyes as his orgasm threatened to take him under.
Tabitha collapsed on top of him, gasping for breath and trembling with tiny aftershocks, her body occasionally locking down on his and drawing another series of shudders from him as well.
The world around them seemed to fall away for several long minutes while he lay there, the little witch sprawled on top of him, his cock still buried inside her. He would never tire of this woman, not if they both lived another thousand years. Already he wanted her again, and the small, panting breath against his chest told him she had noticed.
She did such strange things to him—she turned him inside out, tore him apart and put him back together again, all without ever knowing it. She was his anchor and his escape, and as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to his chest, he silently thanked whatever deity was listening for bringing her into his path.
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“Russell…I can’t breathe,” Tabitha gasped into his bicep as he continued to crush her. She reached out and smacked his arm as the circulation in her throat stopped. “I…need…air…”
After another moment of torture he released her. She fell to the side, too distracted by the sweetness of the air filling her lungs to mourn the loss of him between her legs. Russell gathered her into his arms, stroking her hair away from her face.
“You are an amazing creature,” he said, his voice soft, almost wistful.
“What I am is exhausted. And really hungry this time.”
He raised an eyebrow and stared
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