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“You are so romantic.”
“If you need romantic, find another witch.”
With an arm braced on the wall, he grabbed his cock, stroking himself a few times before he palmed her ass and lifted her. “May the OneCreator help me, but I don’t want another witch.” He slammed into her, balls deep. He groaned. “Like that, Indy?”
She gasped. “I can’t breathe.” Her ankles locked around him.
“Neither can I. You’re so fucking tight, but you’ll get used to me.”
Her breasts pushed against his chest with her rapid breaths, her necklace sandwiched between them. “Move,” she rasped.
His shaft a painful need, he began to churn, his hips setting a slow, steady rhythm, wanting to prolong the best fuck he’d ever had. He bent to claim her, sucking on her tongue while Indy made soft keening noises into his mouth.
He inhaled her pleasure.
She broke contact and arched her back. “Harder, Roark. Faster.”
But he was determined to slow the pace, flexing his hips, inching in and out. Though his hard cock begged for completion, she deserved a teasing ride for all the trouble she caused him.
His Indy bucked against him. “Roark, please.”
“Not yet.” He gripped her hips, holding her still as he maintained the taunting rhythm, her muscles clenching around him.
He angled his head for a better view of where they joined, watching himself glide in and out of her delicious body. His cock glistened, wet with her juices.
“Damn,” she cried. Her hips rocked forward, forcing him deeper, her back braced against the wall.
“Relax, Indy. Just feel me. Feel us.” The friction was exquisite, but he was torturing himself as much as her.
Damn.
His swollen balls almost hurt. He needed release.
Her head fell against his chest, and she opened wider.
Roark pulled out. He drove in, harder, faster, feeding her all of his hard length. Again. This female wanted him. She was going to get him. No finesse. No gentleness. He shifted his hips. Cupping her ass, he changed the angle to plunge deeper. “Oh, yes.”
Indigo’s heart pounded against Roark’s chest.
Hammering forward, backward, he set a furious pace. Indy’s back battered the wall with each drive of his cock as he sped them both toward completion.
She grabbed his shoulders. Her hands curled tight around them, holding on as he thrust into her.
Pressed against Indy, he leaned forward to capture a nipple, sucking until it was a hard nub, biting it just enough to make her groan with pained pleasure.
She clung to him, thrashing from side to side, writhing under his fierce assault, her nails dragging down his arms. “Yes, Roark. Yes,” she cried. Her muscles rippled. Squeezing him, she exploded, her sheath trembling around him.
Roark’s balls tightened. With his groin pressed snug against her, he crashed. Splintering, he roared his release, fearing he’d never stop spilling into the damn witch.
Fully spent, breathless, he continued to pin her against the wall, not wanting to break the connection. He clasped her to him, his hand snarled in her hair. When he could finally breathe, he said, “Indy, you may have killed me.”
Still buried deep in her hot, wet sex, he walked them to the bed. Somehow he managed to roll them onto it with her throaty laughter ringing in his ears. They lay entwined for some time, quiet and unmoving. He had been right from the start. She was a dangerous female. Once his beating heart steadied, he asked, “Are you okay?”
She murmured, “No.”
“What’s up, witch? Already regretting you let me inside?”
“Of course not. We have to pass the time somehow.” She dragged a finger along his bicep, making it flex beneath her gentle touch.
