Page 79 of The Warlock's Kiss

“And you are the first and only to receiveallof me,” he continued.

Adalynn’s eyes widened, and her heart fluttered as her body floated up off the sofa as though she were weightless. Her position remained unchanged, but she was now hovering several inches above the sofa cushion; it felt like his hands were her only anchor, the only thing keeping her from drifting all the way to the ceiling.

Merrick hooked his fingers beneath the waistbands of her jeans and panties and slowly slid them down her hips and past her ass. Something unseen tugged on her underwear and the cuffs of her jeans. He spread his fingers, running his fingertips over the small patch of hair on her pelvis, and guided her back down effortlessly as her pants seemingly removed themselves. The rasp of their material against her sensitive skin left delicious fire in its wake.

He stopped her before she was fully down and moved his hands upward, slipping them beneath the hem of her shirt. Tiny, thrilling electric arcs pulsed off his fingers, sending pleasurable jolts straight to her sex as his hands trekked over her stomach, followed the swell of her breasts, brushed over her hardening nipples, and finally settled on the backs of her arms. She lifted them up instinctually.

His hands returned to her breasts as another unseen force drew off her shirt, obscuring her vision for several seconds. Merrick’s fingertips moved slowly, deliberately, dancing around her nipples without quite touching them.

Adalynn grasped his forearms and squeezed as a moan escaped her. She arched her back. It felt strange to be floating above him, to be uncertain of what to do with her limbs, to be naked and ungrounded, wholly exposed. But those thoughts were fleeting in the face of the desire suffusing her, could not stand against the liquid heat gathering in her core.

Merrick hummed appreciatively, squeezing her breasts. “Hungry, aren’t you?” He moved his hands down again, cupped the insides of her thighs, and parted them. One of his fingers dipped between her folds, sliding over the sensitive flesh to sample the wetness gathered there. “Mmm. Yes, you are. So am I, Adalynn.”

Slowly, he lifted that finger to his mouth. She turned her head to watch as he slipped it between his lips and sucked on it for a moment. A satisfied rumbling rose from his chest. It only turned her on more. She wanted his hand back between her thighs, wanted his fingers stroking her, histonguelicking her.

“But I can wait to satemyhunger,” he said, returning his hand to her thigh. Both his hands drifted away from her core, away from herneed,to trail over her skin. “I believe I owe you from earlier, don’t I?”

“What?” she asked breathlessly, eyes locked on his hands.

The energy of his touch only intensified with each passing moment, and little blue arcs of it crackled over his flesh, but he didn’t move faster, didn’t touch where she needed him to. Instead, he continued to explore her with his hands, running his fingertips across the backs of her knees and along the backs of her thighs.

A flash of blue engulfed his body for an instant, creating delicious heat along her back and bottom. He pulled her down once the light had faded—down onto hisbarelap and chest, his clothes having seemingly vanished. The hard length of his erection throbbed against her lower back, teasing her with its warmth.

Setting his hands on the tops of her knees, he spread her legs wider. Despite the heat radiating from the fireplace, the air touching her exposed sex was cold in the absence of Merrick’s touch. A moment later, there was a hum of energy, and Adalynn gasped when several shadowy, subtly starlit tentacles appeared on either side of her. They brushed her arms, her hips, her stomach, and thighs, and one slithered toward her sex. Their touches were both cool and hot, vibrating with power.

Merrick lowered his head to her shoulder, pressing his cheek against hers. His beard rasped over her skin, enhancing the sensations fluttering through her. His hands moved back up and settled over her breasts, leaving the tentacles to caress the flesh near her sex—still teasing her, taunting her.

“You’re going to feel more pleasure tonight than you’ve imagined possible,” he said, “but it will be only at my whim.” He squeezed her breasts and caught her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, pinching and twisting just enough to blast her with another wave of pleasure that made her sex clench.

Adalynn gasped louder. Her pelvis undulated, and she caught his wrists with her hands but didn’t pull him away.

The tentacle between her legs swept through her wet folds and touched her clit. It stopped in place as though it had latched onto her, and its vibration intensified.

“Oh, God.Merrick!” Eyelids fluttering closed, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and tilted her head back. Little sounds of pleasure escaped her, and she writhed upon him, panting as the sensation grew, forcing her closer and closer to her peak until suddenly…it stopped. Her eyes snapped open. “No!”

Merrick chuckled and pinched her nipples again, making her hips buck, the movement driven by an instinctual need forhim.

“It’s not going to bethateasy, Adalynn.”

She released one of his wrists and reached toward the apex of her thighs; she needed to touch herself, to keep the sensations going, needed tofeel.

One of Merrick’s shadowy tentacles coiled around her arm, halting its motion, and Merrick clucked his tongue. Despite looking so insubstantial, so wispy—no more solid than smoke—that tendril was impossibly strong.

“You are cruel,” she breathed, forcing her eyes open and turning her head to look at him.

His eyes glowed bright, and his cock twitched against her back as though in response to her gaze. “As were you when you teased me without a modicum of remorse and left me without release.”

The tentacle between her legs latched onto her clit again and resumed its vibrations. Adalynn held Merrick’s gaze as her limbs trembled, as she panted, as her eyelids fluttered once more. He swept her rapidly toward a climax, but she knew, oh sheknew, that he wouldn’t give in to her.

Adalynn cried out in frustration when the tentacle trailed away and caressed her thigh as though in apology. She wanted to curse the thing, to curse Merrick, just as much as she wanted to beg him for more. She was so damn turned on, so wet, so aroused, that she was sure she’d come if that tentacle so much as tapped her clit again. Her slick was running down to her ass, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was for him totouchher. The torment he was subjecting her to was equal parts pleasure and pain, each as maddening as the other.

His other tentacles continued their dance over her limbs, leaving her skin abuzz; she was aware of every point of contact, no matter how faint. Her every muscle quivered with anticipation—with that consuming need for release.

Merrick’s hands eased on her breasts, and he gently stroked his thumbs back and forth over her hard, sensitive, abused nipples. “You are so beautiful, Adalynn. So wild, so passionate.” He trailed his lips over her forehead, her cheek.

The tentacle on her thigh glided back toward her sex; instead of returning to her clit, it delvedinsideher.

Adalynn arched her back at the sudden fullness, at the fire and ice swirling within her, and moaned as the tendril drew back and pushed in again.

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