Page 40 of Wedded Witch

His hands trace the curves of my hips, my waist, and then he grips the back of my neck to pull me into him. The intensity in his gaze makes me shiver with anticipation.

I close my eyes, overwhelmed, drowning in the heat of his body against mine. Every touch, every word from him, sends a thrill through me.

He leans in closer, his breath warm on my skin as he traces kisses down my throat, across my collarbone, taking his time to explore every inch of my skin.

“Your taste,” he murmurs against my lips, “it’s like the ripest summer fruit, sweet and addictive. I could spend hours tasting you.”

His fingers trace delicate patterns across my belly and lower, making me shiver with each touch.

“Look at you,” he growls against my skin as his fingers find their way into my underwear. “So wet for me already.”

His words send a jolt of desire straight to my core, making me moan softly beneath him as said wetness increases. He smirks at me, his eyes glinting with mischief and excitement.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before capturing my lips in a passionate kiss that leaves us both breathless. “Now it’s time for me to see if you’re sweet all over.”

He settles between my legs, drawing my underwear down my thighs until they can’t go any further. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth wondering if I should move or…

Rip!

His smile is triumphant as he removes the scrap of material that once formed my panties. I can’t help but giggle, the feeling of his hands on my skin and the thought of his gaze tracing over every inch of my body sends a ripple of excitement coursing through me.

“Stop teasing, just...do it already,” I whisper, my voice breathy and soft as I try to hold back my anticipation. My heart is beating faster and faster with every second that passes, adding to the flush in my cheeks and the heat in my core.

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

The accompanying wink and demonic grin makes me wonder what the hell I’ve let myself in for.

SOL

I lowermy head between her silken thighs, and as my tongue flicks against her, a groan escapes me involuntarily. My name –well, my brother’s name– slips past her lips in a whisper of pleasure that reverberates through me.

The sound sends a jolt down my spine, igniting a fire of desire within me. My dick is already hard again, ready to go. I’m consumed by the need to please her, to make this moment unforgettable for both of us.

It doesn’t matter that she thinks I’m my brother. I can’t back away from this opportunity and there will be time later for revealing truths. It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right? Although, in this instance, that sounds kind of wrong…

Fuck. Now I’m torn.

I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted spread out on the bed before me, and I’m suddenly being hit by waves of guilt. I should stop and explain. Shouldn’t I?

But her response is immediate as my tongue teases her most sensitive spots, eliciting gasps of pleasure that fuel my ownarousal. I revel in the feeling of her hands tangling in my hair, the soft strands slipping through her fingers like a waterfall of silk.

Distracted by her perfection, my guilt slips away just as easily.

I sense her anticipation in the way she quivers under my touch, her breath quickening as I continue my ministrations. The sensation of her skin against my lips and the taste of her on my tongue create an intoxicating blend that drives me to delve deeper into this shared ecstasy.

I was right. She tastes just as sweet all over. And now that I’ve had a proper taste of her, I know I’ll never be able to let her go. She’s mine. My brothers think she’s theirs - their fated mate - but they’re wrong.

She. Is. Mine.

I growl against her flesh and her hands tighten in my hair, pulling me closer as she arches her back in response to my touch. Her breaths are shallow, almost like a sigh, which encourages me to continue exploring every inch of her.

The sound of her moans echo around the room, heightening my senses and making my heart race with desire.

As I move my lips to more sensitive areas, she grips me tightly, urging me to go on. Her body trembles under me, and I can tell that she’s on the edge of ecstasy.

I want nothing more than to push her over that edge and give her a pleasure so intense it leaves her breathless.

The scent of her arousal fills the air around us. It’s an intoxicating mixture that clouds my judgement, making me yearn for more. I’ll never tire of her sweet perfume - the perfect musk to compliment me - which is just as well, as I plan on never letting her go.

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