Page 50 of Hellish Witch

Words were impossible.

Warm, rough skin gripped my jaw. His other palm stroked down my throat, over my collarbone, ending in sharp points across my heaving chest.

The slight sting was so at odds with the delicate graze of his silky tail up and down my thighs. Every touch sent ripples of sensation through my body. Even his teasing was merciless.

He withdrew all at once, and cool air rushed over me, leaving me bereft.

“Sweetness…,” he rasped. “Tell me what you want, or I leave. I’m not a good demon. I can’t promise I won’t have to pleasure myself, all alone, to the image of your sweet body tied up like a gift just for me.”

“Stay.” The word slipped past my lips before I could think it through.

The forest seemed to hold its breath along with me.

I could practically feel his devious smirk. Feel his gaze caressing my body, offered up for him to claim like some dark god.

I licked my lips, fantasies running riot. I was unable to see a thing, my nerves wound so tight I thought I’d snap.

“Please, Kill.” The words slipped out on a breathy moan, and I yanked on my restraints.

A growl rumbled above me. I had a single moment to brace as warmth swamped my front without touching.

Sharp heat sliced into my throat.

My back arched off the rough bark at the sting delivered between Killian’s soft lips.

Pleasure drowned the pain in the next breath. Heat rushed through my bloodstream, pulsing outwards as his venom slid through my veins. It pooled low in my body, sparking through my core in the most delicious way I’d never felt before. Hot but so achingly empty.

A low whine slipped from my lips, and Killian growled into my throat, sending another rush of heat slicking my core.

I ached to rub my thighs together, to do anything to ease the throb between them, but the restraints held me in place. I was unable to do anything but thrash and moan as Killian toyed with me.

His fangs released me, and the incubus laved my throat, his forked tongue almost as hot as the venom lighting me up.

“Even the nectar in your veins is sweet,” he growled. “So fucking addictive.”

Soft tips traced both my arms, igniting the venom everywhere it touched until it fizzed beneath my skin. His feathers continued their path, teasing over the tops of my breasts. They slipped under the material covering me, brushing my nipples.

I moaned as the sensation peaked with his taunting caress.

The feathers dipped to my legs, dragging along my sensitive inner thighs and slowly pushing the fabric up, baring me to the warm night.

A sharp inhale sliced the tension, followed by a masculine groan. “You’re dripping for me. Such a needy little witch, aren’t you?” Killian purred, his voice as teasing as his wings on my body and his venom in my blood.

My chest heaved, heart pounding hard enough to rush his drugging essence through my entire body. A part of Killian was already inside me, and the thought made me dizzy until I floated adrift in the soft darkness.

“Kill,” I moaned, aching for him to really touch me. “Please.”

A dark chuckle rumbled from above. “Oh, sweetness. I like you moaning my name just a little too much.”

Silken steel traced through my slick folds. It reached the sensitive bundle of nerves at my apex, and I bucked in my restraints on a desperate gasp.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

My lips parted on a moan instead, my cheeks on fire.

This wasKillian.

The tantalising venom in my system blurred how real this was, but nerves crept in at the edges.

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