Page 47 of Wolfsbane Hall
Although the last time they did this during a show, she stabbed him seventeen times in the chest.
A moan escaped Celestine’s lips as James trailed kisses down her neck.
“You are utter perfection,” he said, nipping at her neck like a vampire.
“And you are a nice distraction.”
“Is that all I am to you?”
“Do you want me to be more?”
“No, never.” With one hand, he gave her ass a squeeze, and with the other, he stroked her thigh, fingers leaving indents. “You aren’t for keeping. You are for fun.”
Celestine inhaled sharply. That was never something a girl wanted to hear, even if she knew it to be true. She didn’t get a chance to respond, because he sucked her lip into his mouth again and slid a hand between her legs. He chuckled when he found no underwear obscuring his way. He played with her curls for a moment before plunging two fingers into her core and stroking her walls. Deep circles. Deep, luxurious, forbidden circles.
Celestine let out a cry, and she came apart under his hand. She really must have been deprived to orgasm that quickly.
“You’re such a good, wet girl.” He silenced her, drowning out her cries of pleasure with his mouth as he continued strokingthatspot. She ground into him, her hips bucking as his fingers fucked her so completely. “You’re so ready for me, my love.”
Celestine broke free. “I need all of you filling me.”
James let out a low chuckle. “Of course, you do.”
He pulled his slick fingers out and placed her on the ground before he unbuttoned his pants and unleashed his glorious cock. It was long, hard, and wonderful.
Celestine’s chest rose with want. They’d done this hundreds of times, but it would never grow old because he was so talented with…everything.
James cupped her shoulders and drew the straps of her garments down until he released her breasts to the world. His tongue circled a nipple, and she gasped. Her heart beat in her ears. The anticipation of having his cock inside her was far toomuch. She needed him now, but he enjoyed torturing her. He got off on it. He loved to edge her. It was part of his sick games.
His hands caressed her inner thighs and, slowly, his tongue released her breast. He moved so sickly slow, his fingers hovering above her folds but refusing to give her what she wanted.
“Please,” she begged. “I can’t take much more.”
James chuckled and stood back up to his full height. “My wicked little wanton.” He nibbled her earlobe. “You will have all of me soon enough.”
And as if in answer, his cock twitched against her upper thigh.
“Please.” She reached a hand down to guide his length, but he caught her fingers in a firm grip and pinned them to the wall above her head.
“Bad little wanton,” he growled. “I say when you have me. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good girl.”
He kissed her cheek and removed one hand from pinning her to line his cock up with her entrance then plunged in—plundering her wetness with his thick length. Her legs circled him as his cock filled her to the brim. She was so tight for him, and she would never get used to the sheer size of him.
He pounded his cock in, slamming her against the wall, fierce, taking no prisoners and allowing no surrender. He railed her with no restraint.
If the beginning of their lovemaking was slow, this was fast and unrelenting.
Celestine’s arms fell as he released them, and she dug her nails into his shirt, her lips capturing his, biting him. They both could give a little pain with their pleasure.
“Naughty,” he mouthed against her lips before he roared with his satisfaction. He came inside of her, heat filling her.
Celestine let out a moan as she came as well, trembling from her pleasure. Their frenzied sex came to a finish, sweat dripping down their backs, and their breaths were fast and exhausted. They panted into each other, trying to gain composure again.
James set her back on the floor and placed his hands on either side of her face. He rested his tired head on her breasts, and she stroked his sweat-slick hair with light fingers.
