Page 140 of Freed By the Witchbone Knife

Heat pooled low in my belly. “What kind of punishment?”

“The kind where I take my time.” He used his free hand to unfasten my bra, sliding it off and tossing it away. “Where I make you beg.”

“I don’t beg,” I lied, even as my body arched into his touch. Because I pretty much begged all the time now.

“We’ll see about that.” His mouth closed over my nipple and I gasped, my hands flexing in his grip. He took his time, lavishing attention on first one breast, then the other, until I was squirming beneath him.

“Axel,” I breathed.

“That’s not begging.” He released my wrists to work on my skirt, sliding it down my legs along with my panties. “That’s just saying my name.”

“Please?” I tried.

“Please what?” He settled between my thighs, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “Use your words, little witch.”

“Please touch me.”

“I am touching you.” He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, maddeningly close but not where I needed him.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” Another kiss, higher this time. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Axel, I swear—“ The words cut off in a moan as his tongue finally found my clit, making my hips buck. “Oh, God.”

“That’s better.” He took his time, long, slow strokes that had me climbing steadily but not fast enough. Every time I got close, he’d pull back, press kisses to my thighs, let me cool down just enough to be frustrating.

Punishing.

Sweat dotted my brow, and my muscles quivered from the tension. The desperation.

“You’re evil,” I panted.

“You love it.” And he was right. I would take this sort of punishment any day. Better still, he was happy to provide it. I could feel his satisfaction through our mate bond, mixing with my own pleasure until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

I was close to sobbing by the time he had mercy on me. When he finally let me come, it was with his fingers curled inside me and his mouth sealed over my clit. I shattered with a cry that probably scared the bunnies in the other room.

He worked me through it, gentle now, until the last tremor faded and I was boneless against the comforter.

“Still think I’m evil?” he asked, pressing kisses up my body.

“Definitely.” But I was smiling, reaching for him. “Your turn.”

“Not done with you yet.” He kicked off his jeans and boxers, then pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. “Want to see your face this time.”

I rose up on my knees, positioning myself over him. We both groaned as I sank down on his cock, taking him inch by inch until he was fully seated inside me. The first few times together had been an adjustment. But now my body knew him—was used to his size.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his hands gripping my hips. “Will never get tired of this. How feckin’ good you feel.” He punctuated his statement with a slap to my ass that told me to get moving.

I did, starting with slow rolls of my hips that had us both breathing harder. Through the bond, I felt his pleasure building alongside mine, the feedback loop making everything more intense.

His hands moved from my hips to cup my face, pulling me close for a kiss. It was slow and deep, matching the rhythm of our bodies. Not desperate like our first claiming, or wild like some of our sessions this week. Just...sweet. Connected.

“I love you,” I whispered against his mouth, holding his gaze.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” His thumb brushed over my cheekbone. “My everything.”

The tenderness in his voice made my chest tight. I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his scent as I continued to move on him.