Page 85 of Love's a Witch
“Something on your mind, love?”
“Oh. My. Goddess,” Sloane breathed. Her cheeks tinged pink, and her eyes widened as she stared down at me.
At where I was very much reacting to where her magick had taken her today.
“It looks like we may be a touch late to starting our day.” I scooped her into my arms, and even though she let out a small shriek of protest, she didn’t tell me to stop. Bounding back to my room, I kicked the door shut behind me.
“You know what, Sloane? This misfiring magick might be quite a bit of fun after all.”
“Nooooo,” Sloane moaned, even as I ran my hands under her clear jumper, lust pinging crazily through my brain. “It’s the worst.”
“Is it?” I cupped her breasts in my hands, delighted with the clear view.
“Knox, I need to get…” Sloane’s voice trailed off as I tapped my finger against her breastbone, pulling at my magick, and her clear clothes disappeared. Her mouth fell open. “I will never get used to that.”
“Magick certainly has its uses,” I said, pushing her back against the door and threading my fingers around her throat.
Whatever Sloane was about to say died at her lips as I lightly tightened my hold, delighting as her eyes dilated with lust.
Oh yes, my fiery Sloane liked when I took command. Her throat moved under my palm, a nervous swallow, and I grinned as I brought my mouth to a pert nipple and bit lightly. Sloane sucked in a breath and arched against me, but I held her pinned.
“Knox.” Her voice was shaky with need.
“Aye, lass?” I traced a finger down the soft slope of her stomach and found her seam. She shifted, automatically widening her legs, and I laughed against her breast. “Och, that’s a good lass, isn’t it, then?”
“I should hate this,” Sloane admitted, swallowing a moan as I slid a finger inside her, finding her wet and ready for me.
“Should you, though?” I lifted my face to find her expression caught between stubbornness and hunger, and I reached deeper, finding that soft spot inside her that made her legs buck and tremble.
“I…” Sloane closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the door, her hair tumbling over her shoulders as I worked her quickly to the edge. When I thought she was close, I eased back, barely able tostop myself from driving deep inside her. Stepping back, I wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her to the bed, turning her so her hands were on the mattress.
“Stay.”
“I’m not a dog, Knox.” Sloane turned and glared at me over her shoulder, and I winked as I sheathed myself with a condom and bent over her. Gripping her hips, I positioned myself at her tight entrance and nudged lightly inside. Playing.
“No, you’re certainly not. What you are is mine, Sloane. Mine to do what I want with.” I shoved deep inside of her and her moan came out long and keening. “Mine to claim. Mine to bring to pleasure over and over. Because that’s how you like it, don’t you, witchling? You like it when someone else takes over, for once, and you just get to let go. Am I right, my beauty?”
“Yes,” Sloane gasped, pushing back against me as I drove into her, rocking her sweet round body against mine. “Yes, please.”
“Please what, Sloane?” My fingers dug into her flesh, and I increased my speed, sliding fully out and slamming back into her.
“Faster,” Sloane gasped, throwing her head back so her hair fell down her back. “Harder. Please, Knox.”
“As my lady wishes.”
We exploded at the same time, and I gasped as a pleasure so pure and bright shook my body.
Damn it, but I wanted this woman.
Every day.
By my side.
Arguing with me over dinner.
In bed with me.
Now I just had to convince her that this whole dating thing was meant to be oh so much more.
