Page 38 of Warrior Unraveled

He lapped at her nipple a moment later, drawing the hard bud into his mouth. She shivered at the sensual onslaught and arched her back. But Wesley didn’t stay there for long. Already, he was moving farther south.

Strong hands pushed her thighs apart, and she watched him dip his head in the space he’d made.

“Oh God,” she whispered to herself.

He briefly lifted his head and smirked. “Name’s Wesley. Feel free to scream it.”

Before she could slap him, he dropped his face to her sex and licked his hot tongue over her slit, making her all too aware how wet she’d become. And with every lap of his tongue, every touch of his lips to her aroused flesh, she felt more wetness pool at her center.

Wesley pressed her thighs apart farther, and she allowed it, opening up for him in a way she’d never done for any other man. Allowed him to explore her, to caress her with his fingers and his tongue. Allowed him to tease more and more moans from her chest, more and more sighs from her lips, and more and more tension to release from her tightly-wound body.

She let go of it all, of the need to control, the need to lead, the need to be in charge.

“That’s it, babe.” His murmur sent ripples through her body.

Her clit tingled, and Wesley seemed to know exactly what she needed. He pressed his tongue onto her center of pleasure and rubbed it up and down, left to right. With each swipe he added more pressure and increased his tempo.

Her breath hitched. “Wesley! Yes!”

A deep grunt accompanied his next movement: he slid one long finger into her channel, while continuing to lick her clit. It was too much. Like a vat of gunpowder, she exploded, and the smoldering ripples traveled through her body, burning down the wall she’d built to protect herself.

“Wes!”

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In the middle of her orgasm, an orgasm that made her muscles squeeze his finger as if in a vise, Virginia turned visible in front of Wesley’s eyes.

He lifted his head from her sex, drinking in the sight. She was even more beautiful than he’d glimpsed in the shower. Her skin was rosy and flawless, her pussy guarded by curly red hair that glowed like fire, her soft petals pink, swollen, and wet—and ready for his cock.

When he lifted his eyes to take in the rest of her, he met her gaze. Her green irises seemed to glow, not like a demon’s eyes, no, but like a deep pool of water he wanted to drown in. Her red hair was curling from the moisture.

“You can see me,” she murmured.

“Guess you lost your concentration.” He chuckled and rolled over her. “Now you’re finally ready for me.”

For a moment she seemed to want to protest, but then he nudged his cock at her warm and wet pussy, and her eyelids fluttered.

“Now that you’re all relaxed, we’ll take our time.” Because that’s how he liked his loving: slow and deep and drawn-out. Like a lazy Sunday afternoon. Not like a race to the finish.

Virginia put her hand on his nape and pulled him to her. “You’re a strange witch, Wesley.”

He smiled. “Yes, but strange good.” To underscore his statement, he drove his cock into her, slowly and steadily, until he could go no farther.

Virginia’s lips parted on a sigh, but her eyes remained locked with his. He brushed her hair back from her face and brought his lips to hers. Then he began to move. Slowly he eased from her welcoming sheath, then just as slowly, he inched back inside, relishing in the feeling of her muscles imprisoning him on his descent.

Virginia’s breath ghosted over his face and her hips tilted upward, pressing against him.

“I’m not gonna rush this, babe. I’ve waited too long for it.”

“You only met me last night,” she protested.

“As I said, it was a long wait.”

A soft laugh rolled over her lips. “I should have made you wait longer.”

He drew his hips back and thrust harder on his next descent into Virginia’s heavenly cave. “Maybe I should have made you wait longer.”

Though he was only teasing her. No way could he have waited another minute to have her, to be inside her. He knew he was already losing the battle with himself. It wouldn’t take much and he’d lose control just like she had earlier when he’d had his mouth on her—something he promised himself he’d do again soon. It seemed to be a surefire way of making her surrender. And nothing felt better than having this headstrong warrior surrender to him. Even if he had to surrender to her at the same time.