Page 103 of This Witch Is Not Wicked

He gazed at me with tenderness as he cupped my cheek. I leaned into his touch, reveling in it.

“How could you ever think I wouldn’t want you?” he whispered, his words sending heat coursing through me. “How could you think I’d find this out and decide to walk away? I’d never walk away from you, Kaladenid. Never.”

I closed my eyes as he kissed his way up my neck. He grabbed my chin and forced my head down, my lips meeting for a brief kiss. Too brief.

“I guess I do have a lot of questions after all,” he said before kissing me harder, his cock pressing against my entrance, stretching it open before slipping out and pushing against my thigh.

“We’ll talk,” I gasped, shifting and trying to position his cock back where it belonged. “We’ll talk about everything later.”

“Good idea,” he said, voice low.

His finger dipped down and trailed to my thighs, to everywhere but the one place I wanted him to touch me.

“Nevan.” I squirmed under him, my blood hot, my body brimming with need. “Is this normal?”

“Is what normal?” His voice was deep and low while his fingers continued to trail lazy circles around my inner thighs, making them quiver.

“To feel like I might die if I don’t get more of you soon?”

He chuckled. “Yes, it’s normal. It’s how I feel every fucking time I’m with you.”

His hard length pushed in just a little deeper but still not enough.

I nudged my pelvis forward, that throbbing intensifying to torturous heights. “We have the rest of our lives to enjoy each other. Remember? We don’t have to take it slow anymore. We can take it however we want.”

His eyes darkened. “And how do you want me, Kaladenid?”

He was going to have to stop saying my name like that before I came on the spot. I tipped my pelvis up, forcing him in a few more inches, and we both moaned.

His mouth crashed into mine, his heavy weight sinking fully onto me.

“What if we spent all day in bed?” I murmured as he kissed me. “And all night?”

A smile curved his lips. “I’ll keep you in here for two weeks if you’ll let me.”

“People might start to worry,” I pointed out.

My legs wrapped around his back, and in one swift motion, he plunged all the way into me. I moaned at the delicious feel of him filling me so completely.

“Fuck,” he said. “Oh, fuck. You feel so good.”

We began moving together, finding our rhythm, and he slipped in and out of me, each time somehow going deeper.

He moaned again. “Is this okay?”

“Yes. More.” Those were the only two words I could manage right now. “More.”

He angled his pelvis down, hitting a spot that made me cry out.

“Right there. Stay right there.”

He slammed into me harder, relentless as he rammed into me over and over. “Touch yourself,” he commanded, and my fingers went to my clit, circling rough and fast, my orgasm already rising.

“I love you,” he said. “So fucking much.”

“I love you too.” I was bursting with it, and now I felt bad for making fun of Vine all this time. I hadn’t realized what I was missing out on by being so guarded.

As my body tensed, pleasure filling me, I could understand why Nevan had wanted to take it slow. I wanted this to last forever. Him inside me and as close as he could possibly be, gazing at me like I was the absolute best thing in this world.