Page 13 of Spice
It’s a secret. There’s something he’s not telling me. He knows I can sense it, the truth he’s been keeping from me. We’re a closed magical loop, feeling each other, reacting to each other. Secrets are impossible now.
He pulls away, his breath ragged, eyes stormy with desire and something else. Something darker.
“Willow,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “The ritual… it requires more than just sex. I have to breed you. The curse won’t break unless I put a child in you.”
I gasp, shock and arousal coursing through me like wildfire at his admission. It’s like he’s unlocked something in me, and dark pink light blazes between us. When I speak, my voice takes on an echo-like quality. Now that I know the full truth, it’s as though something deep and primal has sprung to life inside me. I meet Ezra’s stormy eyes.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Ezra’s control snaps. He flips me over, hands gripping my hips as he pushes my knees apart. The altar beneath us trembles, the furniture in the room begins to shake, and a window cracks, the sound sharp and sudden. The air boils with magic, thick and heady, as Ezra’s true power surges forth.
He leans over me, teeth scraping against my neck. “Say you’re mine,” he snarls, the sound more beast than man. “Say you want me to breed you.”
A whimper escapes my lips, my body aching with need. “I’m yours. Breed me. Fuck a baby into me, please. Please.”
Ezra growls, a sound that makes my back arch like a cat in heat. He’s unleashed, raw and primal, as he thrusts his massive cock into me with a force that pushes all the air out of my lungs. The room explodes with magic as he starts to fuck me hard and rough, his hips slamming into my ass. Each thrust is a claim, a promise, a sealing of our fate. The magic is binding us together, the ancient power within me rising to meet his.
His hands grip my hips tight enough to bruise as he shoves me onto his cock with every thrust. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, a primal rhythm that echoes through the house. The symbols on my skin flare to life, glowing brighter with each powerful thrust. His magic is hot and electric, pouring into me, filling me up. My womb stretches, opening, getting ready to accommodate the gift he’s going to give me.
I feel like a fertile goddess participating in an ancient spring rite, ripe and ready to create life.
He growls again, his pace increasing, each thrust deeper than the last. The slide of his cock in and out of my clenching, drenched pussy is exquisite. The room shakes around us, the magic building to a crescendo. I can feel it, the moment when our magic merges, when my body opens to him, ready to accept life. It’s a sensation unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
“Willow,” Ezra groans, his voice ragged. “You’re mine. Forever.”
Ezra’s grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh like he’s claiming territory. His cock thrusts into me, hard and relentless, each stroke igniting a firestorm of pleasure that threatens to consume me whole. The room is alive with our magic, the air crackling with an electric charge that makes my hair stand on end.
“You feel incredible,” Ezra growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “So tight, so wet. You’re perfect, Willow. Fucking perfect.”
I can’t respond, can’t do anything but moan and gasp as he takes me, his cock filling me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way. Books tumble from the shelves, their pages fluttering open as they hit the floor, caught in the whirlwind of our magic. The curtains billow, blown by a wind that doesn’t exist, the fabric straining against the rod as if trying to break free.
Ezra’s hand snakes around my hip, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He starts to rub, his touch firm and insistent, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through me. It’s too much, too intense, but I can’t get enough. I’m an overstimulated mess, but I still want more. I push back against him, meeting his thrusts, begging.
“Please,” I whimper, my voice barely audible over the roar of the magical storm around us. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until I’ve filled you,” Ezra snarls, his hips moving faster, his cock driving into me with a force that leaves me breathless. “Not until the curse breaks. Not until you’re mine, utterly and completely. I’m going to fill you with cum until you’re dripping with me. Until I’ve filled your ripe little cunt to overflowing.”
His words make me moan and writhe, bucking back against him. I want that. All of that. I don’t care that I only met him a few hours ago. My past feels irrelevant in the face of my future.
The magic builds, the pressure inside me growing with each stroke of his cock, each circle of his fingers on my clit. I’m hovering on the edge of orgasm yet again, my mind a blur of pleasure and need.
“Ezra!” I scream, my voice breaking as the first wave of orgasm hits me. My body convulses, my pussy clamping downon his cock, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me, keeps rubbing my clit, drawing out the pleasure until it’s almost unbearable. I’m sobbing and moaning as I come.
“That’s it, Willow,” he growls, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
I do, again and again, each orgasm more intense than the last as he sets off the most beautiful chain reaction of pleasure-pain. The room shakes around us, the magic a living thing, fed by our pleasure, fueled by our connection.
Every orgasm that rips through me sends a shockwave through the room. A painting on the far wall catches fire, flames licking up the canvas, but Ezra snuffs it out with a quick, spoken spell, his voice guttural and raw. The floor trembles beneath us, the walls groaning as if the very house is being consumed by our passion.
My skin glows with an otherworldly light, the symbols on my skin pulsing with each thrust of Ezra’s hips. He’s chanting in that ancient language again, the words vibrating through me, heightening every sensation. I’m wrecked, writhing beneath him, my body a playground for his pleasure. A fertile breeding ground.
Ezra’s fucking me like a man possessed, his hips pistoning with wild abandon. Each stroke is deep and hard, filling me completely, stretching me to the limit. His cock is a brand, searing me from the inside out, marking me as his.
He leans over me, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my shoulder. The pain is sharp and sudden, but it’s quickly eclipsed by a wave of pleasure so intense it steals my breath. He’s marking me, claiming me, and I’m powerless to resist.
Not that I’d want to, anyway.
Ezra’s cock swells inside me, his body tensing as he nears his own release. But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow. He continues tofuck me, hard and deep, his hips moving with a primal rhythm that speaks to the very heart of me.
