Her words trail off into a sigh of pleasure as I circle my hips, slowly grinding against her clit. She’s hot and slippery for me, her body arching closer, eyelids fluttering closed. I draw out this torture for as long as she’ll allow it, until her cheeks are stained crimson and her hands are fisted in the sheets and she lets out a desperate, pleading whimper.
“I need you inside me.Please, Merrick. I can’t… I can’t wait another minute.”
I’m holding my breath, nearly trembling again, but… alas.
Who am I to deny the request of a powerful witch?
I curl a hand around her hip. Lean close, drawing one of her pert nipples into my mouth, teasing her with my tongue and teeth as she slides a hand into my hair, fingernails dragging over my scalp, making me shiver.
Then, in one deep and blissful stroke, I’m inside her. Buried. Enraptured.
She whispers my name, and I slide out slowly, then sink into her once again, relishing every hot, wet sensation, the thrum ofher heartbeat, the softness of her skin as I claim her with another devastating stroke.
My own heartbeat thunders like a beast uncaged, but despite this most intimate form of touch, it’s not fear or trepidation setting my pulse to a gallop. It’s the sheer force of what I feel for her, the wonderment of it all, and touching her like this, being inside her… it’s as though I’m touching the very sun. As though it’s only a matter of seconds before I turn to ash.
But oh, what a fiery, spectacular end it would be.
I’ve been with women before. Not many, given my aversion, but a few. In graduate school, I attempted to cure myself through exposure therapy. Every encounter left me empty and bereft, as though I’d given up something far more than my dignity.
Being with Elizabeth now, like this… under no other influence but the spell she’s inadvertently cast upon me… it’s more than intimacy.
It’s like coming home.
Strange magic, this connection between us. Maybe because it’s not magic at all.
It’s real.
I thrust deeper inside her, quickening my pace, blazing a trail of red-hot kisses from one breast to the other, licking and sucking, coaxing soft little moans from her mouth that send ripples of pleasure straight to my balls. I cradle her face and feather my lips along her throat, her jaw, pressing them to her mouth and drawing a sweet, seductive kiss, my tongue sliding between her lips, tasting her, devouring her as she rolls her hips to meet my every stride, and soon we are utterly lost in each other, falling and spinning, dancing ever so close to that blissful edge…
“Merrick!” she cries out, and I open my eyes to discovernotthat she’s exploding in blinding-white pleasure, but that mydemon form is flickering to life, horns and tail on full display, dark shadows swirling around us.
I still myself abruptly. Attempt to put myself back together.
The tail lingers, refusing to be subjugated, and I duck her amused gaze, my cheeks undoubtedly flushing.
“I’m… so sorry. That shouldn’t have happened. Give me… a moment.” I’m still inside her, mostly human as far as I can tell, her soft laughter undulating through her body, her flesh tightening around me like a fist, pulling me deeper under…
FuckingHell, that’s good…
My demon form breaks its chains, fully emerging. I hold my breath.
She cradles my face. Waits for me to meet her gaze once more.
“Don’t,” she whispers, running her fingers along one of my horns, making me shudder.
“Don’t what?”
She bites her lower lip. Glances at me with a strange mix of shyness and excitement. “Change.”
“Wait… are you…what?” Now it’s my turn for amusement. I nuzzle her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there, making her squirm. “Does my indomitable witch have an even kinkier side than I imagined?”
“Well, we haven’t been at this wholetouchingthing long enough for me to become privy to your depraved fantasies about me, but…” She smirks, her eyebrows wriggling. “Maybe?”
“Maybe? Perhaps you’d care to…” I roll my hips again, sinking deeper. “…elucidate?” Then again, harder. Deeper. “Expoundupon?” Another hot, wet thrust, and she’s digging her nails into my back.
“Merrick!” she gasps, a sheen of sweat glistening on her chest, her lips swollen from my kiss. “I realize language is moreyour forte than numbers, but as a scholar of the highest caliber, surely you can do a bit of simple math!”
“Simple math, as in?—”
