Page 23 of Witch's Rite
His shoulder-length raven hair was tousled and slightly wet, like he just got out of the shower.
"Who says I'm here to see you? I came for the tea." His eyes lingered on me, indicating that was far from the truth. If I was still the old Deja, all his teasing might have actually wounded me.
"Take a to-go cup then," I ribbed back. "Give me less to clean up."
His teeth grazed his lips as they pulled back into a smile. He seemed pleased at my ability to take his teasing and dish it back.
"Only if you taste it first, to make sure it won't burn me." He leaned his muscular forearms on my counter, his dark eyes drawing me in like two black holes. "And leave a lipstick mark on the rim."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you."
My words wrangled in my throat. Already he was making me flustered.
"I'd like something else a lot more."
“I’m sure,” I said in my best flirty but dismissive tone.
His eyes never left me as I did my best to ignore him while performing closing duties. I may have enjoyed it more than I should have. Leaning across the counter to give him a view of what he couldn't touch yet, bending over with my back turned to accentuate the length of my legs and curves of my ass.
He liked to play games, so I decided to play with him.
No sooner had I locked the door after Nona left did I feel him press up against my back, his solid chest like a hot, concrete wall against my shoulder blades and a rock hard erection against my ass.
"I'll make you sorry for that little show," he said gruffly into my ear, securing his arms around my waist and chest. "When I'm done with you, you'll be begging to cum. And if you're good, I just might let you."
Heat pooled in my center as his hands ravaged me, his rough stubble prickling the back of my neck and making my skin cry out for more.
In a stark contrast to Sal, Raum didn't appear to have a submissive bone in his body. He would claim me and my pleasure, punishing me for teasing him back. I would be at his mercy and I was dripping wet at just the thought of it.
"What's this about you shitting on my windowsill?" I asked, still wanting to defy him-- to see how far he would go.
"Hah. Sal's lucky I wasn't in human form." He pressed against me harder, pinning me to the door with barely any space to breathe.
"And who would have cleaned it up?" His presence was so overwhelming at that point, I was desperate to keep my head on straight.
"He would. You'd just have to order him to."
"And if I order you to let me go?"
His low, amused chuckle vibrated against my back, sending shivers across my limbs and directly into my brain.
"You'd be wasting your breath," he whispered hotly in my ear. "Because we both know you don't want that."
He attacked my neck with rough, biting kisses as his large hands kneaded my tender breasts through my shirt. Any words I had to dish back caught in my throat and turned to moans instead. My back arched as my hips pressed back, meeting him as he pressed forward.
"You want me inside you, ravaging you," he growled against my skin as he continued to man-handle me. "Bringing you to the edge again and again without ever letting you fall until I say so."
"Yes," I gasped.
He moaned his approval as his hands made their way to my ass, squeezing my flesh firmly as he rubbed his hot erection between my legs.
Clothing never felt so uncomfortable and restricting. I was burning up from his body heat pressing against me, plus my own pulsing fire building within me. But when his fingers slipped under the thin barrier of my top, I had to catch his wrist and stop him.
"Wait," I panted. "Let me turn around. Please."
His hard body pulled away from me slightly, just enough to spin and stare into his dark, lust-filled eyes.
"Something wrong?" he asked, his voice serious but strained with desire.
