Page 72 of Heart of a Witch
She groaned inside her mouth, unaware of how much it made me want to spill into my pants. I kissed down to her navel, and she pulled off her skirt. Her rosewater scent lingered. I moved my fingers further, until I felt the slick wetness between her legs. I wanted to feel her come. I pushed my fingers in slow and deep, biting the inside of my lip when her ass lifted from the rug.
She leaned forward, pulling my pants down. When my length was in her hand, she caressed me. A shock of pleasure rippled through my stomach, and the pressure mounted as I felt an orgasm build. It built until I moved back, pressing her against the rug. I wasn’t ready to finish yet. I wanted to feel all of her, on me. I’d never felt this before. She was incredible, so forward and unafraid.
I couldn’t help but admire her as she climbed on top of me and enveloped us as one as she sat on top of my length. She moved slowly at first. I wanted to go faster, to finish inside her, but at the same time, I wasn’t ready for it to end. I steadied my breathing, watching her bounce. I grabbed her thick thighs and pulled her down, pressing myself in as hard as I could, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Oh gods.” She moaned, rocking her hips.
I pulled her into me. “Victoria,” I said, her name a caress on my breath. Her body shook against mine and she groaned, her teeth pressed against my shoulder.
I thrust into her faster, feeling my orgasm rock through me. My hips locked and my toes curled against the rug, and I rushed, erupting inside her until my grip loosened and the orgasm finished with pulses and jolts.
I ran my finger along her back and stopped at her waist. I couldn’t catch my breath, intoxicated by the way her body moved. She rolled off me, panting against the rug with her back arched.
“Wow,” she said breathily, and I couldn’t help but smile.
I pulled her close, not ready to let her go quite yet. Her hair poured over my chest, and I played with the strands.
“Do you come here often?” she asked after a few silent minutes.
“Not too much anymore, but I used to come here with Corbin and our nanny.”
She paused. “Of course you had a nanny.”
“She was more like a mother to us,” I admitted, enjoying the feeling of Victoria’s warmth against me.
She shuffled, twirling her hips between my legs.
“She was a kind woman.”
“Was? Where is she now?”
Victoria never missed a trick. “I have no idea. Somewhere safe, I hope.”
“Is that like a rich people thing? The nannies get sent away at a certain age?”
My throat felt somehow tighter. “It’s complicated.”
She turned around, looking me in the eye. “The best stories are.”
“This is a sad story.”
She turned back around, laying her head back on my chest. The fire flickered warmth over us, covering us both in a hue of orange. I continued playing with her hair. “She was sent away for dabbling in witchcraft.”
She jolted. “So she wasn’t a witch then?”
“You don’t miss a thing. No, she wasn’t. She made ointments, much like your brother, and they thought she was mixing them with spells. She wasn’t,” I assured her. “She was just very good at what she did.”
“I’m not surprised. A talented woman who’s good at something. Shewouldbe branded a witch.” She rolled her eyes. “Fucking men.”
“How do you know it was men who sent her away?”
“Was it not?”
I blew out a long breath. She wasn’t wrong. “It was my father.”
“Oh my.”
“He’s just stuck in his beliefs. He thought he was doing the right thing.”
