Page 48 of The Magic of Betrayal
"Oh,my stars, Fischer, where did you learn to move like that?" Saige was still bouncing with adrenaline beside me in the car from our dance lesson and I felt like hot shit.
"Well, I've always found music to be kind of an escape, quiets my mind. When I was younger, I watched videos and stuff and taught myself. Kind of hard without a partner, but I convinced Kai to learn with me, so we practiced a lot. He can dance almost as well as I can." I smirked at her and she shook her head in disbelief as she fanned herself.
"I'm just... wow. The way you can move your hips is criminal!"
"Oh, I can show you in more detail how I can move them, sweetheart." My voice sounded husky even to my own ears, but the past hour had been a sick kind of torture. Saige had rhythm and the way she'd sway her curvy hips and the perfection of her soft body pressed against mine had taken all my willpower to kill my boner before Rupert got more of a show.
She spun her hair around her finger and quirked an eyebrow, "I think I'd like to see that."
"Oh, you think? Well, if you're not sure about it I can just—" I was cut off by her lifting my fingers to her lips and sucking two of them into her mouth while her eyes pinned me in my place. Her tongue swirled and she bit down on my fingers, a challenge.
Quirking an eyebrow at her, I used my other hand to grip her wrist that held my fingers captive and I pulled them out of her mouth. As great as it felt to have them there, I had other ideas. And those ideas did not involve fucking this woman in a rental car.
"Take me home, Fischer."
The ten minute drive it took to get to town earlier took seven on the way home. My cock was uncomfortable and after weeks of torturing myself with small touches and fleeting kisses, I couldn't take it anymore. I was fucking wired and this needed to happen. Now. Sliding into the parking spot by the garage, I grabbed her hand and squeezed.
"Stay right there, sweetheart,"I ordered, hopping out of the car and running around to her side to open her door.
"Such a gentleman," she said with a fake ass southern accent that made me snort.
"I'm about as much a southern gentleman as Rhett Butler, and you're about to see exactly what I mean," I growled, and she shrieked when I leaned in the car and hauled her out, tossing her over my shoulder and kicking the door closed.
"Unlock the door."
Her hand glowed and a burst of gold hit the lock, and then we were moving inside and headed right for the stairs.
"You can put me down now, I'm not exactly a lightweight." She squirmed,and did she sound embarrassed? That's not like Saige. I've never once heard her make any negative comments about her body.
"You're perfect, and I'm carrying you to the bed. Don't insult me, sweetheart. I know I'm technically the smallest out of the four of us, but I'm solid, and if I want to carry my witch around like a caveman, then I fucking will."
She sucked in a breath and I knew she'd be blushing. The words coming out of my mouth had slightly surprised me, I wasn’t usually this assertive or aggressive. It had been a while since I’d had a session with Sloane, and those always kept the darkness at bay… Shaking away those thoughts, I focused again on the feel of my witch against my body, running a hand up the back of her thigh.I need to feel her...
Entering her room, I lowered her to her feet and spun her around, my mouth going to her neck as my fingers traced down the zipper along her back.
"Firefly," I rasped, "tell me to stop if you don't want this to happen right now, because once I slip that little zipper down and see what's underneath this dress, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from ravishing you."
"Take it off of me, Fischer," she whispered. The slight wobble to her voice was a clear indication that she was also being driven wild with lust.
Sliding her hair off to the side, I ran my nose up her neck and smiled against her warm skin when she shivered. My hands found the tiny zipper and I pulled it down slowly, the only sounds in the room, her short breaths.
"I feel like I'm unwrapping a present just for me, sweetheart," I growled against her ear and she sighed, leaning back against me, pushing her ass against my cock.
"All for you, Fish." She spun out of my hold when the zipper was all the way down and gave me a lusty smirk. I still couldn't read her emotions for shit, but I was getting better at doing so without my powers, and right now, she was feeling sexy as hell and turned on.
"I picked this out with you in mind..." she trailed off. Her hands came up to the sleeves of her dress and slid them down her arms before letting the whole thing drop in a poof around her feet.
Dark green lace. So much lace. The corset was stunning on her figure, it squeezed her breasts to perfection, cinching in at her waist and stopping just after, my eyes trailed down and I swallowed roughly at the matching panties. Saige stepped forward out of the pile of tulle and I circled my finger in the air, wanting her to spin and let me see what the back looked like.
Her cheeks were pink with her blushing and she smiled softly as she did a one-eighty and stopped, looking back at me over her shoulder so she could see my reaction.
Cheeky little lace boy shorts disappeared between her ass cheeks and I groaned loudly at the sight, her little giggle making me bring my eyes back up to hers.
"So I take it you like it?" she asked sassily and I stalked toward her, the predator moving in for the kill.
"I fucking love it. The color matches your eyes, Firefly. Now, get your pretty ass on that bed and let me show you how much."
There was a beast inside of Fischer. He'd alluded to that fact a few times, as had the other guys, and I was curious. Probably foolish of me, but I wanted to see it. He was always so calm and collected, quiet and reserved, gentle. I needed to see that darkness inside of him and see if I could tame it, because in this moment, I wanted everything he had to offer.
