Page 49 of Witch’s Heart

“Shhh.” He bent and kissed me again, his tongue stroking mine in a way that reminded me of how he’d fucked my breasts. Attentive and possessive. Everything in me tightened at the mental picture that replayed in my mind. It was the most arousing thing he’d ever done—something I could not have imagined.

When he pulled away, he studied me. “Let’s see to your needs. I think you’ve had enough.”

This time, when he lowered his face between my thighs, he ate me the way I needed. He devoured me with his mouth and his lips and his tongue, and finally, finally, I was at the crest. Right before I came, he pulled away and I screamed. The demon in me went rabid. It barely heard him as he whispered soothing words then speared me with his cock.

I spasmed around him, coming and coming. He didn’t stop on the first stroke like before. Instead, he set a punishing pace that had me sobbing, equal parts relief and pent up frustration. His body pressed mine into the bed as he fucked me through my first orgasm, and then a second, more powerful one that left me incensed. I jerked at the restraints, thrashing as my core clamped down around him. A delighted cry fell from my lips as he came for a third time that night, something that loosed a surprised cry of elation from his lips, too. Then we both went limp, his face buried in my neck as he said, “Mina, my perfect Mina. My perfect, perfect little demon witch.” Over and over again until my gaze dimmed and I fell asleep.

Chapter 17

Rixon

The sound of Mina’s calm breaths soothed him. He’d long since unshackled her, cleaning her with a damp cloth and curling her against him. She hadn’t woken up from any of it. He’d exhausted her too throughly, edging her, keeping her demon close to the surface.

His heart ached with pride, with love, with awe. She’d taken everything he’d given her. The pain when he’d fucked her mouth ruthlessly, when he’d pulled her hair, when he’d done things to her that felt rabid and depraved. Had he really used a dagger on her? Pleasured her cunt with the grip of it? Fuuuck.

It had soothed something inside him, just as he’d expected. She’d given herself over to him completely, putting her trust in him. She’d let him do whatever he wanted, and he had. Now it was time to move past this.

Unless…

No, he didn’t think she’d want to do something like this again. But if she did, he would be here for it. He loved the feel of power it gave him. The sense of control. Loved knowing he could put her in a position and rest assured she wouldn’t disobey him.

The way she’d come on his cock, so hard it nearly hurt, left him bursting with pride. He hadn’t expected a third orgasm, and somehow she’d wrung one out of him. When she’d milked him, he’d seen stars. His little witch—he was so gone for her.

Sighing, he nuzzled deeper against her, relishing in the warmth of her cunt around his cock. He’d missed sleeping this way. Part of him wanted to take her again, to wake her with another orgasm, but he wasn’t sure he could get his body to comply. Especially since he wasn’t hard enough.

Not to mention he was aching with pain—everywhere. The bruises he’d acquired sparring with Herrin were setting in. Mina would insist on healing him in the morning, but until then he gritted his teeth.

She shifted against him, pressing her nose more firmly into his neck. The movement made his teeth clench as her hips unconsciously squirmed, pressing him more deeply inside her.

He took hold of her hips, shifting her slightly to get comfortable, then held them still. His restraint was this close to snapping. She nuzzled him again, then gave a content sight. “Rixon?”

He rumbled at the sound of his name on her lips. “Yes, little witch.”

“Are you…” She tried to move her hips but found the force of his grip too strong. Instead, she clenched around him making him curse low under his breath. “Are you inside me right now?”

“That is generally how we sleep, yes.”

“I…I know, it’s just been a while.” She cleared her throat, then nuzzled him again, this time giving him a love nip.

“Too long, yes.” He’d missed it so fucking much. Her breath came out in a burst. He recognized the sound of her heightening arousal. “Sleep, Mina. I’ll let you fuck me however you wish in the morning.”

She gave a sound of protest, then tried again to squirm out of his grip. He growled, tightening his hold, enough to leave bruises. Not that she would bruise, since her magic healed her. “Sleep,” he said again, knowing she needed it. They both did.

She sighed, the fight going out of her, then settled. A few minutes later, her breaths evened out. He followed her shortly thereafter.

He sat on the throne, Mina straddled on his lap. Courtiers watched raptly as his lady witch pulled at the ties on his pants. His cock sprang free, forcing a sigh of relief from him. She offered a wicked grin before lifting her hips and sliding down onto his shaft. He groaned, shifting to meet her. She felt so good. “Does this make you feel powerful?” she whispered in his ear, leaning into him as she began to ride his cock.

Yes. Yes it did. He didn’t care that they had an audience. In fact, that made it more thrilling. Getting fucked by his lady witch on his throne—why hadn’t he done this sooner?!

“Mina,” he groaned, letting his head fall back against the throne. “Fuck.”

“Harder?”

“Yes,” he cried. Already, he could feel his balls tightening, his seed rising. “No, wait.” Her hips slammed down against him, the sound of flesh slapping together ringing out into the quiet hall. He gasped. He was racing toward the crest…racing…almost there⁠—

His eyes flew open just as he cried out, coming violently as his chest rose off the bed. Mina wore a wicked grin, her blackened eyes glittering in the dawn light, her thighs obscenely wide as she rode him expertly, hands gripping her breasts, squeezing and kneading as she moaned.

He jerked inside her, filling her with his seed just as she cried out, head falling back in a silent scream. He wrapped an arm around her waist, not missing a beat, and used his other for leverage, slamming his hips up into her, helping her chase the end of her orgasm. The feel of her spasming around his cock almost triggered another as he cried out her name, then buried his face in her breasts, relishing in her scent.