Page 10 of Witch’s Ruin

He’d never been one for mild sex, except on the rare occasion that his mood craved love making. Getting her like this felt exotic, addicting. Like he was fucking something that was both Mina, and otherworldly, simultaneously. He would never get enough.

“Rixon,” she gasped. He dipped his head and licked at her entrance. Her legs, restrained by the pants around her knees, made things more challenging but didn’t stop him. The taste of her drenched his tongue. “Rixon,” she said this again, more forcefully.

He hesitated, keeping his nose against the curls at her apex. “Yes, Lady Witch?” She shivered when his voice coated her skin.

“Take me into the bath before you get too carried away.” A question more than a demand, despite the darkness riding her voice. He stood, scooping her up, carrying her to the bathing chamber where he drew a bath. As the sunken tub filled, he removed the remainder of her clothes, then began on his.

They didn’t discuss his father’s request. Didn’t tarnish their heated moments with the thought of him. For that, he was grateful, so fucking grateful. His father could wait an eternity, for all he cared. The only thing that mattered was Mina’s needs. Let the king stew while he fucked his lady witch, while he buried his cock deep, feeding her pleasure—

“No, let me,” Mina said, wrapping her fingers around wrists while he fussed with his tunic. “I want to do it.”

“As you wish,” he managed, letting his arms drop. She’d gotten more and more fussy with him. More possessive. It should have irritated him. Instead, he felt cherished, adored.

His tunic fell to the floor. She began messing with the ties on his pants. Those too fell. Her gentle fingers caressed his skin, sliding over the rigid lines of muscles on his abdomen. Heat followed each caress, burning. His muscles tightened.

She didn’t touch his dick, standing fully erect and ready. She knew how much it riled him when she ignored it. “I could lick every inch of you,” she purred, “and never be satisfied.”

He chuckled low. “Such a bold declaration, Mina, but I’ll be doing the licking tonight.”

She glanced up at him, the blackness in her face gone, replaced with a shy, soft smile. Those had grown rarer, as she’d grown bolder, more at ease with her sexuality. But he still cherished them, still loved when he could say things that made her shy. Do things that made her blush.

“The bath is full, Mina. Get in before I toss you in. Actually—” He glanced at the tub. “No. Go lay on the side there and open your legs for me like a good little witch.” Her breath hitched, eyes darting to the edge of the sunken tub, to the floor where he wanted her to lay. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

A low threat rode his words.

He loved the sight of her skin erupting in goosebumps. She dropped her hand from his chest and walked over to the side of the tub, letting her feet dangle in the water. She laid back, lifting her feet to the edge, bending her knees, spreading her thighs wide for him.

His abdomen clenched, the ache in his cock intensifying. “Look at you,” he managed, stalking over to the pool of water, taking the stairs as he descended into its hot depths. It came up to his waist. He waded to the other side, planted his hands on the edge, and looked at Mina’s flushed face between her parted thighs. Her chest rose and fell, breasts peaked towards the ceiling.

“You are so very beautiful, so fucking perfect,” he whispered, taking this moment to worship her existence. Then he buried his face, dragging his nose over her clit, lapping at her cunt, letting her strangled cries guide him. Each one grew more demonic in nature, each one had him clenching. He dropped a hand and wrapped it around his cock, stroking himself, groaning.

“Rix—please,” she gasped.

“Yes, little demon?” At his question, she huffed. “Well? What is it you’re asking for? Use your words.”

“Your fingers. Use your fingers, too. And stop stroking yourself, for the gods’ sake. I want you needy and desperate for me.”

“Is that so?” he growled, a challenge.

“Yes. I forbid it.”

His lips parted, but he disguised his surprise. “My, my,” he tsked. “Very well then. I’ll restrain myself, but just so you know, I’ll fuck you harder for making me wait, you difficult little creature.”

“Good,” she breathed, turning her gaze towards the ceiling. That was all it took. He descended upon her, slipping his fingers in, paired with his tongue, until her body was so tight, her walls fluttering around him. And then he withdrew.

She gave a cry of frustration, but he was already lifting her, dragging her into the pool. Her face was flushed, a mixture of heat and blackened veins. She looked like a vengeful goddess, come to wreak havoc on the world, inky black hair fanning out around them. A chill raked its claws down his spine, heightening his arousal.

She might have been the most powerful witch in Raeria—or even, the world. But she belonged to him, and he knew exactly how to control her. Exactly how to bring her to her knees.

There was nothing soft about the way he claimed her, then. The demonic power in her rose up and welcomed it, begged for more as he buried himself with a single thrust. He was still careful with her, wrapping his arms around her back and waist to ensure the lip of the tub didn’t bite into her, but that was as much as his gentleness allowed.

Water sloshed out as he fucked her, each thrust earning a heady cry. His balls tightened but he forced himself to last, forced her to last, too. He slowed his movements each time she tightened, approaching her orgasm. He repeated his torture until she was all but sobbing, clinging to him, begging.

“Tell me, little witch. Tell me what you are to me,” he demanded.

“Yours,” she gasped. “Fuck, Rix.” Her voice was a hiss. “Yours. Always yours.”

“Yes, good girl. And tell me, what might you do to feel my cock buried deep inside of you like this?”