Page 100 of Freed By the Witchbone Knife

“Yes what?”

“Yes, please.”

He buried his face between her thighs.

Her cry echoed through the cabin as he licked through her folds, groaning at the tangy taste of her. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers pressing into her flesh, holding her still as he feasted on her, his tongue working her clit before moving to thrust inside her.

“Fuck, you taste sweet,” he growled against her. “Could live between these thighs.”

“Oh God—oh God—“ Her hands scrabbled at the table, trying to find purchase as her legs trembled.

He pulled back just long enough to growl, “Push your chest down. Flat on the table.”

She obeyed, bending forward, and the new angle let him go deeper. He devoured her, alternating between long, firm strokes and tight circles around her clit. She was falling apart before him, her hips rocking back against his face.

“That’s it,” he murmured against her. “Fuck my face, sweetheart. Take what you need.”

A whimper escaped her throat.

“Going to eat this cunt every day,” he continued, his voice rough, almost feral. “Make you come on my tongue whenever I want. You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes—yes⁠—“

His cock throbbed at her surrender, but he ignored it. This was about her. About making her shatter.

He slid two fingers inside her, curling them while his tongue worked her clit. She clenched around him immediately.

“So tight,” he growled. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers. You’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes—please—I need⁠—“

“Need what? Say it.”

“Need to come. Please, Axel⁠—“

“Then come for me.” He sucked her clit between his lips, pumping his fingers faster. “Come on my face like a good girl.”

She shattered with a scream, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as she came. He imagined it was his cock instead and groaned, feeling pre-come seep from the tip. He worked her through every wave, gentling his touch but not stopping, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed boneless against the table.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing kisses to her inner thighs, licking off every bit of arousal. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

“Fuck,” she breathed. “That was⁠—“

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Before she could respond, he stood and hauled her up into his arms, tossing her over his shoulder. She let out a surprised yelp, then a breathless laugh as he strode toward the bedroom.

“Axel! What are you⁠—?”

“Not nearly finished tasting you, little witch.” He kicked the bedroom door open, then deposited her on the bed. She bounced slightly, her hair spreading across his pillow, her skirt still rucked up around her waist.

Perfect. All his.

He followed her down, caging her in with his arms, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue and moaned, her hands sliding up into his hair, pulling him closer.

He kissed her like he was drowning and she was air. Deep, desperate kisses that had her arching up against him, her legs wrapping around his hips. Had fire pooling low in his gut, had his balls tightening.

Her hands slid down his chest, fumbling for the button of his jeans⁠—