Page 38 of Witch's Fate

She whimpered, her mind a haze of confusion. She wanted that too. “No.”

He bit her shoulder a bit too hard. “Not yet, maybe. But I’ll take what I can get. Gladly.” His hands went to the hem of her shirt and he began to tug it upward. “Raise your arms.”

She shivered as cool air kissed her stomach, as the heat of his hands brushed her ribcage. “No.”

“Raise them.”

She did. Because deep down, she wanted to. She wanted to see what he would do if she succumbed to his desire to touch her. Years ago, he’d kissed her. Touched her breasts. But he’d been a different man. A kinder, gentler man.

This manwas cold. Hard.

The shirt came over her head quickly. His big hands were deft at the back clasp of her bra. She reached up to press the scrap of silk to her breast.

“Don’t hide from me,” he rasped, almost plaintive. He was so big to be begging.

She lowered her hands back to the desk, letting the silk fall away as she gripped the edge of the desk. She felt his head over hers, bent to take in the view of her breasts.

“So lovely,” he said. His big hands came up to clasp her aching flesh. His palms were rough and hard against her. So delicious that she dropped her head back and moaned.

He massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her gasp.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned as he ground his cock against her back. “You like that.”

She bit her lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of confirming it. But oh, she did.

“I want to lick these nipples. To bite them. To make you come with just my mouth on your breasts.”

She whimpered. “Not possible.”

Maybe possible, if it was him.

“Perhaps.” His hand slid lower, down the expanse of her stomach to the waistband of her jeans.

Did he really intend to—

He flicked open the first button, then began to tug the zipper down. She jerked in his arms, trying to break away, but it only pressed her harder against hiscock.

He groaned and bucked his hips against her.

“You can fight me. But I warn you, I’ll like it,” he rasped at her ear. “And I think you’ll like it too.”

Her first instinct was to shudder with desire. Because he was right. The second was to stiffen in fear.

His hand stilled on her zipper. His breath rasped. “If I must stop, zap me with your power.”

She said nothing, holding her breath and waiting to see what he would do. The zipper hissed as he drew it down. Her heart pounded.

“Gods, I’ve wanted this. I’ve fucked my own fist countless times, all while thinking of you. What you would feel like. Smell like. Taste like.” He wedged his big hand into her panties. Her jeans pressed him tight against her flesh.

“Fuck, you’re wet.” One big finger pressed between the lips of her sex, an invasion that made her knees weaken. It just pressed him deeper. His hand on her breast and the one cupping her sex kept her upright.

How far would he take this? What did he mean bytouching? Everywhere, it seemed, from the way his hips rocked against her back and his fingers left no fold untouched.

“More,” he rasped, his voice almost wild with need. He gently pulled his hand free and pushed her pants down to her knees.

She stood frozen, almost entirely naked with him fully clothed behind her. Trapping her.

Her breath began to saw in and out of her lungs.

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