Page 16 of Witch's Fate

Was this what she would be like in bed? Losing her mind and taking her pleasure into her own hands?

Gods, how he wanted to know her like that. To see her like that. To feel her.

She continued to move against his thigh, her motions becoming less graceful and more desperate. He withdrew his mouth from the smooth skin of her neck and glanced up to see her face twisted into a mask of beautiful desperation. She bit her full lower lip, her brow furrowed as she tried to reach her peak. Low, needy sounds came from her throat. Frustrated sounds.

Wild desire surged through him. Desire to make her come. To help her reach that peak.

“I’m going to take your trousers off,” he said.

She stiffened, then nodded. “Yes. Gods yes.”

He swept a hand over her trousers and called upon the aether, envisioning her trousers disappearing. A second later, her legs gleamed in the firelight, bare.

She jerked, startled.

He slipped his hand into her white cotton panties and groaned at the feel of her silky flesh. Wet heat met his fingertips.

“Yes,” she moaned, dropping her head back. Her legs parted.

His gaze was riveted to her white cotton panties. The way his big hand disappeared down the front was obscene. Nearly uncontrollable pleasure surged through him. Hewanted to tear the white cotton off with his teeth and plunge inside of her, feel her close tightly around him.

He shuddered and pulled himself back, focusing on the incredible feeling of her pussy beneath his fingertips. So wet and slick, opening for him like the loveliest flower. His mouth watered to taste her, to plunge deep or flick over her clitoris. Anything. Just to have his lips and tongue on her. To taste her.

But later. He’d waited so long for this, he wanted to savor every moment.

Her hips jerked when he found her clitoris. She cried out when he began to rub in small circles. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck. Trusting him.

She probably shouldn’t trust him. He should stop this.

But there was no way in hell he would. He wanted her too badly. Needed to feel her orgasm too badly. To know what it was to enter her, if only with his fingers.

With a growl, he slipped his fingers down, seeking her entrance. She was slick and ready, her skin silk. Slowly, savoringly, he slipped a finger inside her heat, groaning at the feeling of her clenching around him.

“Malcolm!” Sofia shifted to give him better access, moving her hips on his hand, seeking more.

Gods, how he wanted to see her. To gaze upon her dark curls and the pink flesh between her thighs. She rode his hand, whimpering in his ear.

“You want more?” he asked.

“Yes. Now, Malcolm.” She bit the side of his neck. Pleasure tore through him, making his cock jerk and his muscles clench.

“Greedy.” He withdrew his finger. She moaned and bit him again. He almost came in his trousers. Bloody hell, he liked how she gave direction.

Unable to help himself, he slipped his hand from her panties and slipped his fingers into his mouth. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he sucked on them. He couldn’t get enough of her taste.

He worked his hand beneath the white cotton and pushed two fingers inside of her, his hips thrusting as he felt her wet heat close around him. She moaned against his ear as he began to thrust, being sure to press forward against the sensitive pad of flesh within her.

Need roared through him as she began to move her hips, fucking herself on his fingers.

“Malcolm. Malcolm.” Her anguished voice sounded at his ear, her breathing hard. She was desperate to come, her body nearly vibrating with need. It ignited his own.

As much as he wanted to drag this out, to feel her moving against him forever, he wanted to feel her orgasm more. His thumb found her clitoris and began to make small circles, increasing the speed and pressure as she begged him for more.

When she cried out and her pussy began to clench around his thrusting fingers, he imagined that it was his cock within her. He tried to draw it out, to make it last. Her thighs trembled violently as her muscles grasped him.

But when she ground herself down against his hand, demanding him deeper, he broke.

He had to fuck her. To feel her around him. Tear off her panties and flip her over and thrust into her tight sheath. He’d make her his. He’d make her know who was gripping her hipsand pounding into her. She’d come around him, a dozen times. Until she knew she belonged to him.

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