Page 65 of Pirate Witch
I run my fingers up my rib cage, spreading goosebumps across my skin as I trace featherlight touches along the undersides of my breasts. I don’t have much going for me in the chest department, but the way Kier watches me—like a predator waiting to devour me—chases away my ever-present insecurities.
All I can feel is the heat of his gaze as I circle first one nipple, then the other, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. The teasing touches keep me on edge, and I hate myself for starting this game. When I finally give in and let one palm squeeze the flesh just the way I like it, I can’t hold in my moan.
I massage first one orb, then the other, before raising one to my mouth. It’s a stretch to get my tongue to my own nipple, but I manage it, flicking my tongue across the peak and coating it in moisture. The wetness cools quickly in the ocean air, making me gasp, and my legs fall further apart of their own accord.
But the coldness doesn’t stop there. No. It chills further, to a temperature that shouldn’t be possible in this part of the world. My saliva turns to a shimmering white frost, and my head falls back in response.
Goddess, it’s so cold, but it’s so good.
“Now the other.” Damn his unaffected voice for making me even more turned on.
I know what’s coming, but I can’t help myself. I take my other breast and raise it to my mouth. Like the masochist I am, I get this one even wetter.
The icy burn is even better for it.
“Goddess,” I choke out, trying to squeeze away the sting with my fingers.
But it does nothing to diminish the effects of his power. My breasts are heavy and aching, and heat coils in my abdomen as I pant through the sensations. Unbidden, the fingers of my right hand abandon my nipple and work their way down my stomach towards my throbbing clit, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure.
Of course, the second I spread the moisture from my opening up to cover the needy little bud, he blasts me with his power again.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper.
I’m so close, but the cold won’t let me get there. What started as a tease for him has gone horribly wrong. The tables have turned and now I’m on the receiving end. This is a fresh kind of hell, and I’m loving every second of it.
My finger circles my clit desperately, but my orgasm remains tantalisingly out of reach. Every time I get close, Kier lets loose his hold on his power, kissing it with frost. Heat and ice are duelling for dominance, and my body is the battleground.
“Let me come,” I beg. “This isn’t fair. I thought you wanted to watch.”
Kier’s lips turn up in a devastating smirk. “You’re not quite there yet.”
Not there? I’m so there it’s not even funny.
I can feel the wet spot growing beneath me, probably ruining his pretty dark cushions. My fingers work furiously at my clit, but it’s futile. I bring my other hand down to join the first, swirling around my opening until I give in and press into myself. My eyes slide closed at the feeling of something filling me, even if it isn’t anywhere near as thick or long as I would like.
I moan, and my head falls back as I feed myself another inch, until my whole finger is swallowed by my own dripping heat. It’s hard to hold it there and continue playing with my clit. My movements aren’t co-ordinated at this point, and my attempt at seduction has been completely derailed by my own desperate need to come, but Kier still sucks in a breath as my digit disappears into my core.
My hands are knocked away seconds before a hot, wet mouth takes their place. The contrast to the chill of before is so sharp and so sudden that I scream out my pleasure to the sky above. I want to snap my legs closed, to give myself a second to come to terms with the riotous sensations coursing through my core. But Kier’s hands hold my thighs open, forcing me to take it. The orgasm I’ve been chasing smashes through me like a wave, robbing me of the ability to do more than tremble and gasp beneath him.
Does the fae let up or give me a second to recover? No. The merciless bastard hooks two fingers inside me and pumps at the same time that his tongue follows the path my fingers were tracing earlier. I shatter a second time, crying out until I’m a sobbing, shivering mess. All of my senses have fled as he finally lets up, and I flop back on the soft cloud cushions, completely wrecked.
I watch through half-lidded eyes as he strips first his shirt off and then his trousers. Only for the glint of metal to bring me crashing back to earth.
He has piercings.Plural.
Two metal bars crisscross through the head of his dick, making my dry mouth water with curiosity. Goddess, what are those going to feel like inside me?
I gasp as he pushes his way back between my thighs, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance. The chill of the metal and the heat of his flesh are both there, taunting me. Even though I thought I was spent, something inside me is stirring once more. My own fire rising to meet his ice.
“You’re certain?” he asks, hovering over me, swiping his dick through my wetness and up to my clit, then back again.
“I want you,” I whisper. “Mate me, Kier. Please.”
He inches into me and I arch my back, trying to take him deeper, faster. My fae won’t be rushed. One of his hands comes down to rest on my stomach, holding me down as he slowly works himself inside me, inch by glorious inch.
Those metal bars stroke inside of me, seeming to scrape across every sensitive spot I have until his pelvis is pressing against my clit and I realise he’s all the way in.
I try every trick in the book to get him to move, pressing my heels into his ass to try and spur him into motion as I chase the one thing I know is going to satisfy me. My pussy aches from the stretch, but it’s not enough. I crave the friction I know he can give me. I need it like I need my next breath.
