Page 73 of Cursed Sight
Serena grabbed his shirt and pulled it up. Thankfully, he accommodated her silent demand and removed it. She bent her leg and pushed upward, hoping to flip him onto his back, but he did not budge. He took off her shirt and bra, leaving her naked under him. His lips moved over the tops of her breasts, tormenting her in the best possible way.
“Are you going to question us again?” he asked, his breath fanning over her sensitized nipple.
She looked down and found his eyes filled with desire as he waited for her reply. “No, but I may kill you if you keep teasing me.”
Ethan grinned and moved off the bed. She narrowed her eyes as she lay naked before him. Lucky for him, he removed the clothes he still wore. She memorized every inch she could before he rejoined her on the bed.
She trailed her hands up his lean shoulders, enjoying the soft and firm feel at her fingertips. Ethan had appeared in her life when she had given up on finding her soul mate. The men she had lain with had only scratched an itch—an itch she was eager to have Ethan scratch after weeks without lovemaking.
He nudged her knee aside and settled between her thighs, the coarse hairs on his legs rubbing against her bare skin. Her heart beat a steady rhythm for this man. Joy and peace consumed her as he filled her inch by inch.
His rough hand slid along her side to her hip and finally behind her knee. He withdrew slowly and raised her leg, opening her to him before pumping deep within. Her body arched at the pleasure.
Each touch, breath, and kiss drove her closer to the brink. Ethan had mastered the skill of making love to her. She was crazy with want. Part of her was drowning in the unrushed devotion, but the other needed him to pound her into oblivion.
“There’s no one like you.” He panted against her lips. “You’re mine, Serena Bishop.”
Her heart tumbled at his words, and her back arched off the bed as she shattered into a million pieces. Fireworks set off behind her lids as Ethan drew out each drop of her orgasm. Around them, their magic danced and glowed with vibrant sparks of energy.
“Mine,” she managed to say back, her pulse stammering in her neck.
The smile his light chuckle brought to her face disappeared a few minutes later when he flipped her onto her belly.
“I do believe the lady asked to be fucked,” he growled against her ear.
Serena barely processed his words when he pulled her onto her knees. With her ass lifted high, he slid a finger from end to end.
“Now be a good little witch for me,” he said, his breath fanning across her shoulder blades before his lips pressed a kiss.
Serena gasped when he went in farther than she could have imagined. He did not bother with any flowery words. As promised, he fucked her, marking her as his with each stroke. She took as much as he gave her.
A hand slid around her waist to her center. He drew small tight circles against her clit while the fingers on his other hand dug into her hip, keeping her steady. Serena’s jaw hung open, sucking in shallow breaths as he gave her exactly what she needed.
It didn’t take long before Serena’s head flew back. “Ethan,” she screeched, her voice hoarse and thick.
One, two, three pumps more. “Serena!”
Her body shook, and she could no longer hold herself up. Ethan settled them onto their sides, still connected. She had never experienced pure euphoria after sleeping with a man, not until Ethan. He challenged her, loved her, and worshipped her.
Serena barely felt his lips press against her shoulder when her body gave in to exhaustion. It did not matter she’d been asleep for a week straight. A hospital bed was not conducive to quality sleep.
“Cold,” Serena muttered and reached for her blanket, but it was already wrapped around her shoulders. Cracking her lids open, she noted dawn peeking in through her blinds. She rolled onto her back and stared at Ethan’s empty spot.
She ran a hand over the sheet and found it cold. Pushing up onto an elbow, she tucked her hair behind her ear and listened.
“Good morning, beautiful! I’ll be there in a second,”he said.
“Morning,”she replied and rolled onto her side with her blanket to her chin.
His footsteps brought a smile to her face. In his hands were two mugs, and he stood in only a pair of long pajama bottoms. His eyes were bright, and she grinned at the love shining for her.
“What do you have there?” she asked.
“I do believe you asked for tea after a thorough fucking?” he teased.
In the light of a new day, her cheeks warmed. “I may have said that…” Serena leaned against the headboard and accepted the offered tea.
Ethan sat on the bed and ran a finger down the center of her chest, pulling back her blanket. “Is this a blush I’m seeing?”
