Page 110 of Soul of a Witch

“Scream for me, darling,” he said, and pressed his tongue deep inside my pussy. My muscles squeezed desperately around him, my abdomen pulsating with pleasure. “Let Leon hear exactly what he interrupted.”

Delicious humiliation washed over me. Not even embarrassment could keep me quiet. I cried his name, almost weeping with the desire to come. But he refused to let me tip over the edge. He would bring me close, then dig in his claws and drag me back.

The room was too dark to see anything more than vague shapes. Even the fire’s embers were gone. The ropes wouldn’t allow me to look back, but I knew that if I did, I would find Callum completely wrapped in darkness, a shadow brought to life.

“Mm, I can taste your fear,” he crooned, claws scratching down my back. “And it so very good.”

My legs were suddenly released, dangling toward the ground while my chest remained entwined in rope. Callum grasped my hips, and the head of his cock pressed between my legs. He rubbed himself teasingly over my clit, the ridges on his shaft making my toes curl with stimulation.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he said. I cried out as he sheathed himself fully inside, my muscles clenching sporadically with the massive stretch. “You’re going to come – dripping, screaming, and begging for more.”

He drew back and slammed forward, and I saw stars. Saliva had collected around the rope in my mouth, and it dripped down my chin as I groaned. I was so close – so painfully close. The drag and pull of his cock had me gasping and clenching around him.

I tried to speak around the gag, tried to cry his name and tell him I couldn’t hold back anymore, but all that came out were muffled whimpers. Ecstasy filled me, my body throbbing around him as I came. Mind-numbing heat washed over me, sparks flickering around me.

“Only you could take me so perfectly,” he said. Every thrust was punishing, and I was lost in the sensation. Limp and moaning with abandon.

His cock swelled as he came inside me, pumping me full. I couldfeelthe heat of it inside.

He pulled out with a groan. I was limp and trembling as he spread my cheeks, his cum dripping out of me. My thighs were sticky with it.

“That’s beautiful,” he murmured. Shaking, I moaned with overstimulation as he pumped his fingers into me. “So full. Warm and shaking. Just how I like you.”

The ropes vanished slowly, allowing me to fall gently into his arms. He sank with me to the floor, cradling me, massaging me. He kissed my head as my aching body melted into him, whispering the sweetest nothings in my ear as I floated in the afterglow.

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Callum

Everly was seated between my legs, hunched over Sybil’s encoded notes like a gremlin. It was no wonder the poor girl’s back was always hurting. I’d sheathed my claws so I could massage her, working my palms over her tight shoulders, inspiring the occasional contented sigh.

It was really just an excuse to touch her.

“You’re ridiculously sexy when you indulge your sadism, you know that?” I said, and she chuckled as she glanced back at me.

“What makes you say that?”

“When you threatened that hellion yesterday. Very bold of you, darling. I thought you’d be scared of him.”

“I mean, I am. Or was,” she added quickly. “It’s not really Leon’s fault. He deserved his sigil back.”

Her face tightened for a moment as guilt seeped into her veins, and I caught her chin before she could turn away. “It’s not your fault either, that you need to protect yourself.”

She smiled, nodding against my hand. “I know. I used to think…well…” She did turn away from me this time, her voice fading away. But I nudged her to continue, and she said, “I used to think that if I could just get away from my family, I’d never have to hurt anyone again. I’d never be…a threat…to anyone again.” She pulled in her lips, pressing them tightly between her teeth. “But that was naive. Even if I hide myself away, people still think I’m a threat to them. So, I guess I am. If they want me to be dangerous, I will be.”

“You are dangerous because you must be.” I kissed the back of her neck. “The danger in you protects your gentle heart. And I adore that about you.”

She turned and kissed me, pressing her body close to mine. Her fingers wrapped around the nape of my neck, caressing my skin. I wanted to toss that wretched book away from her and keep her attention for myself.

But of course, ever studious Everly would not be distracted for long.

“I’m trying to be good,” she said, breaking away from my mouth and giggling when I chased after her. She settled between my legs again, pulling the notes back onto her lap. “You’re so distracting. It drives me mad to be near you, without…” She trailed off, but her body did the talking. Her butt was pressed firmly against me, so when she gyrated her hips, I felt it intimately. My arms snapped tighter around her like a vice, and I muffled a snarl against her neck as I thrust against her.

“Without touching, I know,” I finished for her. “It’s torture not to fuck you. Can’t you read and fuck at the same time?”

She gave me a smile that said she didn’t truly mind seeing me tortured. It made me feel like an animal, salivating and desperate, a slave to my baser instincts.

A slave to her. To her whims and desires, whatever they may be. Whether it required me to top or bottom, I frankly didn’t care. I aimed to please.

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