Page 11 of Spice
“What is that?” Willow asks, her voice thick with lust.
“A tether. I’m binding your magic to mine through your orgasms. It’s working.” I suck in a shuddering breath at the sight before me. Willow’s skin is glistening with sweat and magic, and she’s flushed all over. Her nipples are hard, her breathing ragged. Her legs are still parted, her pussy dripping on the altar. She’s shaking slightly. She’s radiant.
She’smine.
The realization makes something inside me snap.
The ritual should be methodical, a careful dance of give and take, but I’m starving for her now. The hunger is a living thing, clawing at my insides, demanding to be sated.
I climb over her, my body covering hers, still clothed while she lies bare beneath me. I press my lips to hers, kissing her hot and deep. She moans into my mouth, her body arching against mine. The symbols on her skin respond wildly, their glow intensifying, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Her magic is a tangible force pushing against mine, seeking to merge, to become one.
Willow claws at me, frantic, her nails raking down my back. “I want more. Now,” she gasps against my lips, her voice a desperate plea.
And just like that, my control breaks. I tear myself away from her, just long enough to whip my sweater over my head. The air vibrates with our combined power, the candles flickering wildly, the shadows dancing in a frenzy. Her eyes are on me, wide and hungry, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Ezra,” she whispers, her voice a husky plea. I lean down, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. Her hands roam over my chest, my back, her touch setting my skin on fire. I want her to touch me everywhere, forever. In all of my two-hundred and forty-one years, no touch has ever felt like Willow’s. No touch has ever affected me this way.
I break away from her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I need to be inside her. I need to feel her, to claim her, to make her mine in every way possible.
She fumbles with my belt, her fingers awkward and trembling with urgency. I bat her hands away, my own fingers making quick work of the buckle. I push my pants down, just enough for my cock to spring free. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my fucking life. I’m dripping, my balls throbbing. Ineedin a way that takes my breath away.
Her eyes widen as she stares at my cock. “Um…wow,” she whispers. “That’s, um. Thick.” She swallows, and I can see a flicker of nervousness in her pretty eyes.
“I promise you that you’re more than wet enough to take me.”
The air vibrates around us, magic pulsing.
“Show me,” she begs. “Show me how good you’ll feel inside me.”
My hand is shaking as I fist my cock and drag it through her slippery slit. She moans, writhing and arching, skin glimmering.
“Willow,” I groan as I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and push in slowly. She gasps as I sink into her tight heat one inch at a time. Light emanates from where we’re connected, sparks flaring at every point of contact.
“Oh,” she moans. “Oh, fuck.” She slants her hips up to meet mine, and I sink in another inch. I grit my teeth against the onslaught of intense pleasure. The heat of it ripples down my spine, through my chest. Slowly, I sink all the way inside her.Goddess, she’s tight. So tight and hot that I can barely breathe. Magic sparks and dances like glitter across our skin. She looks ethereal. Breathtaking.
And she’s mine.
I slide almost all the way out and then press back in, sinking balls deep this time, sheathing myself in her glorious cunt. The magic hits harder than before, like a thunderclap echoing through both of us. Images flash through my mind, fragments of Willow’s life playing out like a film reel. I see her as a child, laughing and playing with her grandmother. I see her struggling with her magic, her insecurities. I see her now, beneath me, her eyes wide and filled with wonder and desire. I know she’s seeing my life too, the magic binding us, connecting us on a level deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced.
“It’s the bond,” I manage. “Or the ritual. Or both. I’m not sure.”
She wraps her arms around me and laughs. “I can see you. I see you from a very long time ago. I see you crossing the ocean on a ship, destined for the New World. I see you riding a horse. I see you running barefoot through cobbled laneways wearing a loose shirt and breeches, young and carefree.” She laughs again, hips rising up to meet mine. “I feel like…like my soul already knows yours.”
“I feel the same way, little witch,” I say, then kiss her as I start to move in a slow, steady rhythm. Our auras flare together, a brilliant explosion of gold and pink, the colors merging and swirling around us. Matching runes and sigils appear on my body, glowing and pulsing in time with the ones on Willow’s skin. The air is filled with the scent of pumpkin spice, sweet and warm, as the magic builds around us. Bottles rattle on the shelves, a strange wind rushing through the room and extinguishing all but one candle. The flickering light castsshadows on the walls, the symbols glowing like stars in the darkness.
My strokes in and out of her wet pussy are slow and reverent. Her pussy grips me like a vice, every ridge and ripple delicious against my cock. The power builds fast, the magic pulsing through us, growing with each thrust. Her pleasure, her need, her desire overwhelm me. It’s intoxicating, a heady mix of sensation and emotion that I could drown in.
“Fuck, Willow,” I growl, my voice low and ragged. “You feel so fucking good. So tight, so wet. You’re taking me so well, my pretty witch.” I praise her with filthy, dirty words, my hips moving in a slow, deep rhythm. Her body responds, her hips rising to meet mine, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
I lean down, capturing her lips in a hot, deep kiss, needing even more connection. With every thrust, magic crackles around us, like static in the air. The power between us is immense, and without the protective runes and sigils, my house would likely be in shambles right now.
Not that I would care. I’d gladly sacrifice my home to experience this. I break the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, my teeth nipping at her flesh. She moans, her body arching against mine, her nails raking down my back. When our eyes meet, hers are no longer the warm coffee-brown of before. Now, they’re glowing gold. Based on the way she gasps slightly as she stares at me, I’m going to guess that mine are, too.
The house creaks and moans around us, shuddering with the intensity of the magic unspooling between me and Willow. She clenches around me, pulling me deeper inside her, making more magic flare around us.
The sex is the magic. The magic is the sex. The two are so intertwined that they can’t be separated. One feeds into the other in a continuous loop. This is cosmic, ancient magic. I can feel Willow in my blood, and it feels so fucking good that I wanther in me for the rest of my life, no matter how long or short it may be. If I’m going to die tonight, I’ll have had a hell of a ride on my way out.
I hope I don’t die tonight. It feels greedy, to want more after over two-hundred years, but I’ve only just found Willow. I want more with her. I wanteverythingwith her.
