Page 34 of Witch Bound and Down

"Hazel," he said gently, noticing her wide eyes, "we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"I'm not uncomfortable," she said truthfully, unable to look away. "I'm... impressed. And maybe a little concerned about logistics."

His laugh was warm and rich, rumbling through his chest. "The magic will help," he promised. "Bertha's enhancements are designed for exactly this kind of situation."

They sank into the hot tub together, and immediately Hazel understood what he meant. The water wasn't just warm—it was infused with magic that seemed to ease every tension, every concern. Her body relaxed, becoming more pliant, more receptive. She could feel herself opening, softening, her body preparing for him in ways that should have been impossible.

Bullseye pulled her against him, her back to his chest, and she could feel his arousal pressed against the curve of her bottom. The potion made every point of contact feel electric. His arms came around her, spanning her waist easily, making her feel delicate and protected.

"Better?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Much." She leaned back against him, marveling at how perfectly she fit against his larger frame. The hair on his chest tickled her back, and she could feel the steady thump of his heart. "Though I think Bertha definitely enchanted this water with more than just relaxation magic."

"How can you tell?"

"Because I can feel your magic mixing with mine, and it feels like drinking starlight." She turned her head to look at him, and the movement made her bottom press more firmly against his erection. They both groaned.

His hands found her waist under the water, his thumbs tracing patterns on her skin that made her arch against him. The combination of the potion, the magical water, and his touch was overwhelming in the best possible way. Everywhere he touched, her skin seemed to glow faintly.

"Is that good or bad?"

"Very, very good," she breathed, turning in his arms to face him.

The movement brought them chest to chest, with no barriers between them except the shimmering water. His eyes were dark with desire, but there was something else there too—tenderness, wonder, and what looked suspiciously like love.

"I know this is crazy," he said softly, his hands cupping her face. "I know we barely know each other, and I know the timing is terrible. But Hazel, I think I'm falling in love with you."

The potion made everything feel more intense, more real. "You think?"

"I know," he corrected. "I know I'm falling in love with you. Hell, I think I started falling the moment you landed on my car."

"Good," she whispered, rising up to press her lips to his. "Because I'm falling too."

This kiss was different from the others—deeper, more urgent, full of promise and possession. Her legs found their way around his waist, and when she felt him hard and ready against her most sensitive parts, they both groaned. The magical water seemed to increase her sensitivity, making every brush of contact feel magnified.

The magical enhancements in the water were working their magic, making her body more receptive, more ready for what was to come. When his fingers found her breasts, his touch reverent but hungry, she cried out at the intensity of sensation. Her nipples were so sensitive she could barely stand his touch, yet she arched into it anyway.

"So responsive," he murmured against her throat, his voice deepening to that rumbling growl. "So perfect."

His mouth traced a path down her neck to her collarbone, then lower, until he was taking her nipple into his mouth. The sensation was so intense she nearly sobbed, her magic flaring bright around them, casting dancing lights across the water.

"Bullseye," she gasped, her hands fisting in his hair. The texture was coarser than human hair, another reminder of what he was.

"I want to taste all of you," he said against her skin. "Every inch."

He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, positioning her on the edge of the hot tub, the warm air making her hypersensitive skin tingle. When he kissed his way down her body, she trembled with anticipation. The water lapped at her thighs, and she could feel how ready she was, how slick and swollen.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said, his breath warm against her inner thigh. The sensation made her muscles clench.

"Don't stop," she breathed. "Please don't stop."

When his mouth found her center, she nearly shattered. The potion had made every nerve ending exquisitely sensitive, and his tongue was skilled and relentless. He explored her thoroughly, learning what made her gasp, what made her arch, what made her magic flare brighter. The taste of her seemed to drive him wild—he growled against her sensitive flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation.

"You taste like magic," he said against her, his voice rough with want. "Like starlight and honey."

She was balanced on a knife's edge of pleasure, her magic spiraling out of control, sending lights dancing across the water around them. His tongue circled and flicked, finding spots that made her see stars. When he added his fingers to the assault, finding spots inside her that made her cry out, she lost the battle with control.

"Let go," he commanded, his voice dark and authoritative. "Let me see you fall apart."

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