Page 157 of Black Willow Witch
‘Ripper,’ she breathed.
He rocked his hips forward, rubbing his dick over her clit. His cock was so hard at this point he could knock a wall down with it.
She smoothed a hand down his back, her fingers splayed. Fingers that idly brushed over his scars, tracing them carefully. He loved that she never shied away from touching them to ‘spare’ his feelings. To her, they were just a part of him.
He slid a palm – one that was more than a little covetous – down her front and slipped two fingers into her pussy, grunting as it clenched them. Yeah, she was wet enough for him.
He replaced his fingers with the thick head of his dick and then, holding her gaze, pushed his cock into that pussy that fit him perfectly. Her lips parted, her eyes went glassier and glassier the deeper he burrowed.
Finally, he bottomed out, groaning. ‘Fuck.’
Clinging tight to his back, she arched into his body, pushing her breasts at him. ‘Rip.’ A breathy moan laced with a plea.
Ripper started driving into her, slow and easy. She never stopped touching him – she stroked the back of his head, scratched at his nape, slid her hands up and down his back, gripped his ass.
He groaned as she unconsciously tipped her hips up. ‘That’s it, baby, take me deeper.’ His eyes dipped to where their bodies joined as he slid a hand down to grip her thigh. ‘I swear, it’s like your pussy was goddamn tailor made for me.’ He hiked up her leg and curved it around him as he scraped his teeth down her cheek. ‘Onlyfor me.’
The more he fucked her, the more she melted. The more she melted, the more glazed her eyes became . . . until she looked totally out of it.
He hummed low in his throat. ‘Fuck drunk. Aren’t you?’ She wasn’t the only one. He was all wrapped up in her taste, her heat, her scent, the tight clasp of her pussy. He couldn’t have pulled out of her body to save his life.
He felt the warmth of her magick flow over him like a roll of steam that sank into his skin. ‘Scent-marking me again?’
She stared at him, looking rather pleased with herself. ‘It’ll be permanent this time. Even if we part ways, you’ll still smell of my magick . . . unless I agree to undo it. Which I won’t. So ha.’
Emberlyn wasn’t sure what exact reaction she’d expected to that declaration. A chuckle. A bite. A brow flick. Maybe even a nipple pinch.
Instead, satisfaction bloomed in his dilated pupils as his expression turned nothing short of carnal – his eyes hot, his mouth a cold slash, his jaw a hard blade. That look went right to her nipples. Nipples that were tight and pulsing.
Her body was amess. The need to come slashed at her insides and made her core and breasts ache. ‘You’re not mad?’
He started rolling his hips fast, slamming hard. She’d take that as a no.
Slapping sounds mingled with their grunts, groans and rough exhales as his hips kept bounding forward heavily, shoving his thick shaft deep enough to hurt a little.
Arching into the drives of his cock, she delved a hand into his hair and scratched at his scalp. He lowered his face to hers, and their lips met in a savage kiss that was all tongue and teeth. He freaking devoured her mouth with such intensity her lungs burned for air.
Finally, he broke the kiss. ‘You’re mine in every way now, Emberlyn,’ he snarled, roughly plowing his dick into her. ‘I’ll never give you up. Not ever.’
She wouldn’t let him if he tried.
The tips of his claws lightly scraped her arms, sides, thighs, outer breasts – wherever he could reach, couldmark. Loving the sheer primitiveness of it, she arched into the sensations, eager for more.
She dug her fingers deeper into his ass, moaning louder and louder and louder as he insistently jackhammered into her like he was caught in a frenzy. ‘Rip,’ she gasped.
‘Jax. Say it,’ he bit off. ‘I want to hear you say it while I claim you.’
‘Jax.’
Growling, he shifted his angle so he rubbed his shaft over her clit . . . and bit down hard on the crook of her neck.
She came with a scream, her head falling back, her spine bowing, her pussy clamping and clenching.
Ripper fucked her harder, faster,fiercer. Then he jammed his cock deep and exploded, filling her with his come.
Almost every muscle in her body losing their tone, she more or less flopped to the mattress. He remained over her like a blanket as they panted, shaking with aftershocks.
Unlatching his teeth from her throat, he hummed against the bite. It didn’t sting, since the skin hadn’t broken – to do that would have been to put her through the Change – but it certainly throbbed. ‘Love you, baby.’
