Page 79 of Witch's Fate

A soft touch at her cheek made her glance up. He cupped the side of her face and gripped her hair, cradling her as if he treasured her. The dark need in his gaze fought with tenderness.

“So bloody beautiful,” he breathed.

Her heart fluttered and she returned to his cock. She sucked hard, wanting to taste his come on her tongue.

“Sofia!”

She picked up her pace, squeezing his shaft hard and taking him as deeply into her mouth as she could. He was far too big to take all the way into her mouth, but even that excited her. She was shaking with need. From just this?

But with him, it was different. The way he responded to her… His hands and the sounds he made, the way his hips fought not to thrust.

“I’m going to come,” he ground out, tugging lightly at her hair to remove her.

She fought him, sucking the head of his cock deep while stroking the shaft with her tongue.

“Gods,” he growled. “If you want it, I’ll give it to you.”

Yes. Give it to me.

She swallowed him as deeply as she could.

He stiffened, his back arching off the couch as his cock throbbed in her mouth. She felt it swell even more and his balls tighten up. His hips jerked. If he were inside of her, he’d be pounding into her, but she knew he didn’t want to hurt her.

With a roar, he began to come, filling her mouth with his seed.

Pleasure sparked along every nerve ending in Malcolm’s body. His cock throbbed, shooting jets of come into Sofia’s hot little mouth. The way she sucked and worked his cock made him shudder violently as the orgasm tore through him.

The sight of her watching him, her pretty pink lips stretched around his thick shaft, had been what sent him over the edge. Now, with her silky tongue lapping up the last of his spend, he wasn’t sure if he could bear to pull away from her.

When the orgasm faded, he collapsed back on the couch, his chest heaving. His entire body tingled as he pulled Sofia up onto his lap. She curled up, her face near his.

“Thank you.” The words barely had any sound, he was so out of breath.

“I wanted to.”

He knew she had. It’d been so bloody sexy, the way she’d devoured him. And the sounds she’d made… The moans that had vibrated his cock and sent pleasure shooting up his spine. Gods, how he wanted to eat her pussy while she sucked him off.

Her breath was sweet on his face and he leaned over to kiss her, tasting his own saltiness on her lips. He pulled away and set her aside on the couch, then stood and tugged his trousers up.

Without asking, he reached down and picked her up.

“Whoa!”

“I want you in my bed,” he said. He didn’t know what the future held. After talking to Corrier, he knew he couldn’t be with her. Not after tonight and all that had happened.When he’d left Corrier’s, he’d told himself he wouldn’t be like this with her again. No more intimacy. No more sex. That he’d make a clean break to try to protect her.

He’d thought he could handle the High Witches, and he’d been wrong. He’d wanted to be with her again so badly that he’d fooled himself into thinking he could avoid fate. But he couldn’t, he’d realized. Their involvement would lead to tragedy. Likely one of their deaths. He didn’t mind so much if it were his own—at this point, he’d risk his own life if it meant being with Sofia. But he couldn’t bear it if something happened to her.

So he’d have one more night.They’dhave one more night. And then they would part.

Warmth flowed through him when she wrapped her arms around his neck. Not wanting to waste the time walking across the castle, he aetherwalked them to his bed and laid her upon it. He flicked on the bedside light so that it cast a golden glow over her.

She was so slight that it was easy to push her toward the middle of the bed and then climb in after her. He pulled her into a sitting position and tugged gently at her blouse.

“I saw you the other night, but not as much as I wanted to. It was too dark.” He wanted to worship her. To kiss every inch and memorize her for the future. To hold these memories close on a future lonely night.

Sofia raised her arms and he pulled the sweater over her head. Her full breasts were cupped in ivory lace, the dusky rose of her nipples showing through. He crouched over her like some great beast and gripped her ribs, lifting her so that he could take one of the small peaks into his mouth.

She fisted her hands in his hair and cried out as he sucked. The lace was rough against his tongue but her skin was sweet. The bud of her nipple hardened against his tongue and he bit down.

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