Page 63 of Hellish Witch

I needed more.

“I… You’re right,” I whispered, afraid to break the hushed cocoon the night had created for us. “I’ll go down to the bar. See if anyone is willing to feed me.”

His white wings bled darkness. His eyes hard, his lips peeled back to bare lethal fangs. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Before my brain could process his words, his hand wrapped around my throat and yanked me down the bed. He pinned me against the mattress with a single hand, silver eyes boring down into my very soul as he leaned over me.

“I’m only going to say this once, sweetness.” His voice was a harsh rasp, his grip branding hot against my vulnerable throat. “Tell me to leave.”

Did I want this?

My chest heaved with each panting breath that sawed in and out of my lungs.

I wanted this with every fibre of my fucking being.

“No.”

Chapter 22

Victory flared in Killian’s glowing eyes.

A slow smile crept across his lips, vicious and hungry.

Dangerous.

“Oh, sweetness, you’re going to feast until I’ve stuffed you full,” he purred, hand tightening around my throat, just enough to make breathing his choice, not mine.

His dirty talk from before had nothing on this now. The full intensity of him bearing down on me, with the thrill of knowing he meant every single word.

With a deep breath that flared his rib cage, he unleashed pure bliss.

Sweetness burned my tongue in the most delicious way, his taste coating the inside of my mouth with the flavour promised by his intoxicating scent.

I’d never tasted his desire before. Not in real life, anyway.

But it wasn’t just his taste; it was a fires-damned flood ofpower.

So much energy rushed to greet me, and a part of me marvelled at the preternatural control he had over his power. To unleash that much sexual energy on command was unheard of.

But I wasn’t going to question it.

Right now, I could barely breathe through the onslaught.

“How do I taste, sweetness?” His wicked smile turned deviant. “I already crave your flavour on my tongue. Like candied bloodbores, did you know? Just like that fucking cake you baked me. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, laced with a deadly edge that I’d gladly swallow down.”

My body arched on the bed, delirious with need as silken ribbons of his desire caressed me from the inside. My core was almost embarrassingly wet, slicking my inner thighs as I rubbed them together to try to create the friction I craved.

He tutted, darkness saturating his handsome features almost as much as his shadowed wings. “Now, now, Princess. You’re not allowed to ease that ache yourself. It’s your birthday, after all. You should get the orgasm of your fucking life, even if you’re too good to have my bloodstained lips on you.”

I moaned at the bite of anticipation.

With one hand, he peeled my leather trousers down my legs in a smooth glide, letting his claws scrape my inner thighs just enough to have me stilling on the bed.

A wicked smirk carved his features. “You’re soaked.” His eyes locked onto my panties-covered core, wings shuddering athis back. He inhaled like he was scenting the air, and his pale horns tipped back with a groan. “Fuck. You’re more succubus than you give yourself credit for.”

I didn’t know what he meant, but I was beyond caring.

“Kill,” I moaned, his sexual energy filling me up in the most teasing way. I reached for his wrist, sinking my short red claws into his forearm as his grip tightened on my throat.

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