Page 64 of Hellish Witch

This bastard was going to make me beg; I just knew it.

His lips pursed into a wry smile. “Yes, sweetness? Something you wanted?” Mirth danced in his eyes, that wicked incubus with his dark intentions.

Taking things too far in my dreams was one thing… Having him touch me in real life was entirely different.

He reached for the cake on the nightstand, swiping a claw through it. My eyes became riveted to his hand as he dragged the frosting along my exposed inner thigh, the faint scrape winding me tighter.

I’d never felt so small compared to him, but he easily gripped my throat in one hand, curving me up a fraction, forcing me to witness him lean his face between my legs.

Warm breath fanned my panties, and the coolness rushing in on each of his inhales only highlighted how damp they were.

His tongue flickered out, the forked tip following the trail of icing he’d painted me with. Bliss hummed from deep within his throat.

“You’re everything sweet to me,” he purred, tracing another line of frosting, ending just short of where I ached for him.

He swiped his tongue across my thigh again, lapping up the sugar from my skin with a decadent groan, hand tightening on my throat for a thrilling second, cutting off my inhale. Silver eyes burned bright as they watched mine widen in a brief panic before he eased just enough for me to breathe again.

The forked tip of his tongue ghosted my panties in the most frustrating tease.

I bared my fangs and hissed. “This had better not be just a creative way to eat cake.”

Shadowed wings shook with the rumble of his sultry laugh. “Nothing could be sweeter than your pussy on my tongue, but it’s cute when you hiss at me, Princess. Do it again.”

He skated another sugar-laden claw tip along my core. The most delicate threat. I hissed on command, unable to stop the harsh sound rushing out through gritted fangs.

“Fuck. Please don’t be another dream,” I muttered, hips rolling.

He grinned. “Another, hmm? Have you been dreaming about me a lot?”

He released my throat, yanked my trousers off fully, and settled himself on his knees before the bed, forcing my thighs wide open.

I whimpered at the erotic sight of the incubus, mouth hovering just inches above my core, like in my dreams.

“Answer me, sweetness.” His wicked tongue flicked out to lash the crease of my inner thigh.

I sucked in a gasp at the hot sensation.

My thoughts scrambled as I tried to remember his question. “…No?”

His rich chuckle peppered the air, glowing eyes locking to mine. “Liar.”

He closed the gap, and then his mouth was finally on me. He sucked the frosting from my soaked panties, teasing my lower lips with maddening friction and heat and pressure.

I writhed, gasping, and his tongue hooked the edge of my underwear and slid over my clit, lavishing sensation through me as he feasted between my thighs.

A flood of energy washed over me, drowning me in his smoky-sweet taste, feeding me even as he ate me like a demon starved.

“Killian,” I moaned, unable to keep still as he laved at my core with a possessive growl. “Please!”

What mercy I begged for, I had no clue, but it was all too much. His energy seemed to stroke everywhere at once, running ghostly fingers over my neck, breathing warmth across my nipples, and teasing my inner thighs.

“That’s it, sweetness, scream my name while I give you more than anyone else could.” His words were a gravelly rasp against my core, drawing out the pleasure. “So fires-damned sweet, drown me in your pleasure.”

His thick tongue dipped inside me with a wet stretch before retreating to suckle over my clit.

Already, I neared that sparkling peak. That delicious sensation of something looming. Big and realm-shattering.

He purred against my core, tongue vibrating against my clit, the forked tip hugging the greedy bundle of nerves with expert precision.

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