Page 17 of Witch's Rite
Heat spread throughout my cheeks as my stomach somersaulted.
"Not at all," I replied. "I really am glad it's just you."
As flattering as having three men's attention was, there was something about getting to know a person one-on-one that just couldn't be replicated with more people. Sal's undivided attention was also a welcome distraction to the awkwardness with Ash last night.
Despite eating my own weight in rich, decadent finger food, the table never seemed to run out and even a bottle of wine appeared out of nowhere. Sal wouldn't let me get up for glasses, so we passed the bottle back and forth.
"Oh God, I'm stuffed," I said, laying back with my hand on my belly.
At some point, my legs ended up in Sal's lap where he massaged my feet with toe-curling sensuality. His thumbs pressed into my arches, kneaded over the tender balls and heels of my feet with alternating pressure. I laid still, not wanting to shift even slightly and take away the bliss he was making me feel.
"Relaxed yet?" he asked, sliding his hands up to my ankles, inching just under my pant legs.
"Mm-hm. Mission accomplished."
My heartbeat quickened as he leaned over me, shifting his weight as gracefully as a cat. His thighs nudged my legs apart to straddle him as he placed his hands on either side of my body.
He brought his face dangerously close to mine. My body soared with heat and his green eyes flashed when he whispered, "Oh, I don't think my mission is accomplished quite yet."
9
DEJA
His low whispered statement directly contrasted with the kiss that followed. He brought his mouth crashing down on mine with a hunger that swept over me like an ocean wave, stealing my breath away.
That kiss was a match that engulfed me in fire. I clawed up his back to pull him down on top of me. When his hardness pressed into my center, I gasped so hard that I broke the kiss.
"Fuck me. Please," I moaned deliriously, already desperate for a release.
"I've been dying to," he rasped against my neck as he yanked my jeans down over my hips. "For so long."
When I peeled his T-shirt over his head, I had to pause and just look at him for a moment despite my animalistic needs.
"Holy shit, you're beautiful," I swallowed. "And I mean that in a totally masculine way," I stammered.
He merely chuckled as he finished removing my clothing and his, while I laid there entranced by how his muscles jumped and flexed as he moved. His skin was also dotted with scars, some of which looked downright lethal.
"What's this?"
I traced the lines of a tattoo on his ribcage, an upside down triangle with diagonal lines going through it.
"The sigil of Lucifer," he answered. "All three of us have one."
Another sigil was inked on his left side. I recognized it as the one he drew in the air that first night at the bar. But before I could ask about that one, he shoved his boxer briefs down his powerful thighs and successfully directed my attentionthere.
His cock bounced free, long and thick and pointing straight at me. My whole body throbbed with a powerful, needy ache.
"Nowyouare beautiful," he murmured, wrapping me in an embrace as he returned to laying on top of me. "And I mean that in a completely feminine way."
"Oh. Well, I'm relieved to hear that."
His laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrating against my skin. He felt so warm and solid and comforting. And he smelled amazing.
"Fuck Deja, I'm not even inside you yet and you feel incredible." He kissed the hollow of my throat before traveling lower to the valley between my breasts. "It's like I can feel you in my skin. In my bones."
"I feel the same way," I said, running my fingertips over the dark flames of his auburn hair.
It was true. This didn't feel like being with someone for the first time. It felt like a reunion after a painfully long time apart.
