Page 51 of Happily Ever Witch
He chuckled, like he could sense her nerves. “Last chance, darling.”
Asshole.
Esmeralda’s blouse and skirt hit the ground next, because she never could resist a dare. She stood before him in her red lace underwear. “I’m all yours.” She offered.
He swallowed hard, his face no longer mocking. He hesitantly reached out, so his fingers brushed against her arm in the lightest touch imaginable. “My God.” It was a whisper of awe. “You’re sosoft. I didn’t believe…” He trailed off, mesmerized by her.
Esmeralda’s eyes drifted shut, overcome with sensation. Witches’ skin was always sensitive, but now it felt like every cell was awakened. Trevelyan’s fingers left a trail of fire wherever he touched. Tingles were racing up and down her body. Esmeralda couldn’t breathe. She hadn’t expected it to feel like this. It hadn’t felt like this with anyone else.
A small sound escaped her, as she tried to orient herself in the maelstrom.
“Mine.” He whispered and his touch got more certain. “Just mine.”
His large hands ran over every inch of her body. Everywhere. Between her fingers, and the back of her neck, and the curve of her stomach. Places that shouldn’t have been erotic, at all, except everything was erotic when Trevelyan did it. Flames burned her from the inside out as he learned every curve. And that’s when she realized that he wasn’t just touching her.
He wasclaimingher.
Surprised by that realization, Esmeralda looked up at him in sudden uncertainty.
He made a soothing sound, his hands never leaving her skin. “No, no, no…” It wasn’t a threat. More like a croon. “Don’tpull away. Don’t tell me to stop.” He shifted closer, like he was afraid she’d flee. “You’re safe.”
She hesitated, wanting to believe that reassurance. Shefeltsafe, but…
“You’re safe.” He repeated, seeing that his simple declaration had calmed her. “You’re always safe with me.”
With me, you are always safe, my darling. I love you more than magic itself.
The words he’d said a thousand times in her head, when she was scared, flashed through her mind. Esmeralda stared up at him in wonder.
“There we go.” Trevelyan smiled slightly, pleased that she’d responded to his promise, even if he didn’t fully know why. “I might be a monster, but you belong right here in my claws.”
Did she?
He turned her around, so he could explore her back. Esmeralda felt him slipping off her bra. She was supposed to tell him to stop, but she’d forgotten how to talk. Thick, slow, liquid pleasure was filling her. Drugging her. So all she could do was stand there and soak up the wonderful sensations on her skin.
The man was magic.
“Beautiful.” Trevelyan made a sound of pleasure, moving her so she faced him, again. “Christ. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Every inch of your skin is perfect. I could drown in it.”
He grazed her nipples, causing them to tighten into almost painful points. Instinctively, she tried to pull away. Her skin was too delicate. It usually ended up hurting whensomeone touched her like that and her body knew it. Trevelyan’s fingers didn’t relent, but they also didn’t injure her. They felt amazing, in fact.
“It’s alright.” His touch was gentle. …And territorial. Even in her daze, she recognized the greed and want in every stroke. “I can learn to take care of you. I already am. I see what you like. I can give it to you.”
She slowly relaxed again, because he was telling the truth. He was giving her exactly what she liked. She hadn’t evenknownshe liked it, but he’d figured it out. No one else could do what he did. It was all Trevelyan. Her forehead came forward to rest against his shoulder, unconsciously trusting him and asking for more.
He pulled her right up against him. “Oh yes…” His voice was deeper than usual. Darker. “So soft and beautiful and sweet.”
Only Trevelyan would think a wicked witch was sweet.
Esmeralda melted into his palms. She had never felt so relaxed or so aroused. Everyplace he touched was simultaneously soothed and enflamed. It was a revelation.
She sighed in languid surrender.
He purred in satisfaction. “That’s my Good little mate.”
Her body grew accustomed to the feel of his fingers and the strength of his hands. Her skin warmed to him the way it never had before. Began to associate his touch with nothing except pleasure and care. The desire to shy away, worried about rough handling, vanished. So did the desire to ever be touched by anyone else. Which was no doubt his intent. Making sureshe responded to him so completely that no other man was ever going to be able to get close to her again without it feeling wrong.
He was such a tricky bastard.
