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He broke away, breathing hard. His eyes glowed with that silver intensity that left me spellbound, and I could tell he was fighting hard to keep his emotions in check. Trying to regain some small fragment of control.

But I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to lose it. I wanted to push him over the edge so he would fall into the abyss with me.

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CRAZY SPELL

Dante

Iwas losing it. Drowning in her kiss, falling into her in a way I’d never done with other women. I knew it, but I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.

Her hair smelled of vanilla, her lips tasted like cherries, and her body… Christ, her body was like a gift from above. All soft curves, full breasts, and hard nipples puckering up just for me.

Her skin was soft—I’d never felt anything like it—and the way she leaned into me… The way she clung to me like I was the only man left on earth…

Fuck. It made me feel like a god.

I was already hard, but when she touched my cock, I turned to granite.

That’s why I’d pulled back. I didn’t usually give way to my baser urges. My control was legendary. But these runaway emotions were foreign to me.

Whatever this was, it suddenly seemed too real. Too raw.

I needed to think, to regroup, to try to get some fucking perspective. Except my logical brain had shut down and a deeper, more primitive instinct had taken over.

What I wanted to do was pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. Then I wanted to strip her naked and explore every crevice of her body. I wanted to feast on her nipples, feel her delicate folds quiver around me, but this time, I wouldn’t just use my hand.

I wanted to taste her, make her come with my tongue, and then again, when I sheathed myself inside her delicious heat. I wanted to hear her scream my name as she spiraled out of control, shattering beneath me.

Her eyes were glazed with desire, and so fucking green they didn’t look real.

“Witch’s eyes,” I muttered incoherently.

“What?” She gave me a questioning look: why did I stop? Why did I break the kiss?

“Nothing. Ophelia, I⁠—”

Her gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt her nipple pebble under my hand.

Fuck, I was losing this battle.

Her hands dropped to my waist and I felt her undo the button on my jeans. “Ophelia…” I warned. “If you do that, I’m not going to be able to hold back.”

“I don’t want you to hold back,” she whispered.

God, did she even know what she was doing to me? The button popped open and the pressure on my erection eased. The relief was intense.

Slowly, she undid my zipper, her eyes never once leaving my face.

“Jesus,” I muttered, as I felt a hot bead of pre-cum leak from my tip.

Unable to help it, my hand snaked down to her stomach and under the waistband of her leggings. I felt the silk panties she was wearing and groaned with the sweet torture of it.

Lower I went until my fingers touched the soft hair between her legs. I slipped a finger between her lips and felt her shudder.

“Goddammit,” I muttered, as I felt how wet she was for me. Memories of her riding my hand flashed back and I couldn’t help but fantasize about her doing that on my cock.

She leaned forward and kissed my jaw, running her lips over my scruff, then my lower lip, and finally full on the mouth.