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Was there evil magic and twisted games at play? Did she have a black heart?
Even if it were all true, he still adored her.
He would aid her escape. She would be gone from him soon, gone to follow her mysterious path, and he would never regret this, despite the danger and the black looks in the eyes of his men. He could not regret it, because in his heart this was the woman he wanted to call his own. “I see it,” he whispered. “I see it all now. I understand your plight.”
“And you still want me?”
“Yes, fool that I am.”
Her head dropped back, and she gave a soft, wry laugh. “You’re not a fool. And I want you, too, Roderick Cameron. Even though you have me tied up down here like a criminal and you are willing to leave me alone in the dark with the rats. I cannot help myself. I want your embrace. Please hold me again.”
Was it a trick? She wanted to be held, and he knew he shouldn’t take the risk, but he moved his hands beneath the curve of her buttocks and hitched her higher against him, until she wrapped her legs around his hips. The swell of her breasts jiggled against his chest and he lowered his head to place a kiss upon the place where they bulged from her bodice.
He struggled to think, to breathe more evenly, but he could only act upon his desires.
Mine. Covering her open mouth with his, he kissed her again.
She moved her hips, beckoning to him, as willful in her lust as she had been the night before. He felt her heat and he was hard as a rock.
Urgently, he pushed her skirts up. She moved, tightening her grip on the rope above her head, her body opening toward him. He shifted his feet to a wider stance, ready to savor that moment when he thrust inside her, losing himself to her.
Her cheeks were flushed, her hair tousled and hanging over her face.
His cock ached for her. No denying this.
Holding her safely to him with one hand, he freed his cock.
Maisie pivoted, staring down.
His cock twitched in response.
Nudging the swollen head into her opening, he eased inside her, his blood pounding i
nside hers. Her hips were angled to take him in, her flesh melting onto his length.
“Your cunt is hotter than hell and sweeter than heaven,” he whispered, and thrust deeper still. His fingers locked around her bottom while he thrust home.
Maisie cried out, her head falling back. He held her locked in place, then moved his face into the curve of her neck, breathing her in. She felt so good, smelled so good.
She was wild with it, too, her hands twisting around the rope that bound her wrists while she pivoted her hips to his. Leaning back, her head lolling, her lips parted, she looked wanton—every bit the Jezebel the men had called her. A woman eager to be taken, eager to be pleasured. Roderick dug his fingers deeper into the gathered skirts, holding her hips while he rode in and out. The slick, tight grip she had on him was unbearably good, her channel slippery with her juices, her body embracing his shaft with each and every stride he made.
Having her so thoroughly bound and submissive and eager to be his prize led him to a new destiny, one where he knew beyond doubt that he would never forget this, and forever crave it. As the thought took hold at the back of his mind, he imagined having her like this again and again, and it made his cock reach even farther.
Maisie moaned loudly when the head of his cock was buried deep in her most tender spot. Roderick could scarcely bring himself to pause, but he did. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“Yes, no, but it is the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt and it makes me glad you have me this way.”
He could not bear it. “Hush, I cannot bear your words.”
He was close to losing his mind. Then her cunt tightened. She had him so deep. He felt the heat of her climax sucking at him. He tightened his hands on her hips and began to slam home. She cried out in ecstasy. And again. He was there. He thrust again.
Her head rolled back, her body clutching at him, over and over. She bit her lip between her teeth, but being quiet was beyond her, for she whimpered and moaned. Roderick felt his spine turn rigid, his sac riding high, the urge to let loose inside her building, pounding right there at the base of his spine.
“Let me feel you,” she pleaded. “Don’t pull free.”
Those words made it impossible for him to do anything else but loosen his seed within her, his release barreling through him. He could scarcely stay upright, but when he saw the rich, magical glow in her eyes, and her body undulating as she accepted his seed, it held him to the spot, for he was in awe. A witch she was.
He had loved a witch, and lived.
