Page 61 of This Witch Is Not Wicked

“One where we both have power,” she said. “I choose the place. I choose the time.”

I had absolutely no idea why it turned me on so much to concede this to her, but I imagined all the locations she might let me do absolutely filthy things to her body. My lab, the floor of her cottage, a dark alcove in the castle, on her bed.

“Fine,” I said. “We have another deal.”

She grinned and shimmied her way down my body again, mouth wrapping around my cock.

“Ah,” I grunted. “Enid.”

She stopped and ran a finger over my tip that made me jerk. “Show me how you want it.”

Her mouth took me in again, and I placed my hands on her head, gently moving it to the rhythm I needed.

I watched, unable to take my eyes off her as she moved up and down my cock. Shallow breaths escaped me as I started to lose control, moving her head faster and faster. I let go, and she took over, giving me exactly what I needed while I stared. My balls tightened, my spine tingling. Watching her suck me off and enjoy it was all it was going to take at this point. “I’m going to come. Enid, fuck, I’m going to⁠—”

My orgasm shot into her mouth, and she didn’t pull back. Her gaze flitted up to me as she sucked until every last drop had emptied, and fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

She finally released me and crawled up my body, pressing a gentle kiss to my mouth. I rolled her onto her back, desperately needing more of her, wanting to see what she looked like when she came.

“That was amazing,” I said. “We’re going to have to do a lot more of that.”

She smiled, and it transformed her whole face. She looked so much lighter in this moment, no longer like the weight of the world was on top of her. “Ah, but remember our deal.”

“Oh, I remember.” I leaned down and took her mouth with mine. “I also remember the other part of our deal: I get to kiss you for however long I want.”

She arched her back, and I trailed my hands over her breasts and down to her hips while I continued to kiss her, wanting my lips everywhere. I licked her neck, loving the sweet, floral taste of her.

“I want to know how every part of you tastes,” I said into her skin.

She let out a gasp that made my cock twitch. I was already hardening again, just from a sound.

“Do you taste as sweet between your legs?” I murmured, dragging my lips down her body until my face was situated exactly where I’d been craving. I lifted her dress and pulled down her panties, slipping my fingers inside easily. “So wet,” I said. “You’re going to taste divine. I just know it.”

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright, all her defenses gone, and she’d never looked lovelier. I finished sliding her black panties off her legs, then dragged my tongue up her inner thigh.

She rocked her pelvis up toward my mouth, and I chuckled. “So impatient.”

“Now who’s trying to kill who?” she said, wriggling under me. “This is torture, you know.”

“Do I need to talk to Cillian about adding this to the bylaws? Torture by licking?”

She rolled her hips. “You better get on with it, or you might be getting shoved into the bog again.”

“Remember who controls the kissing?” I asked, and she glared at me. “That includes when I’m using my mouth between your legs.”

“You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“Damn right I am.”

Her gaze turned heated at that, and I couldn’t tease her any longer, not when I was dying to taste her. I parted her folds and dragged my tongue up her slit, and fuck, it was as good as I imagined it would be.

She let out a ragged moan, her fingers digging into the dirt.

“So fucking good,” I said, my cock growing hard again.

My fingers found her clit, and I rubbed slow circles while my tongue trailed up and down her slit. She moaned, rocking her pelvis and rubbing her sweet cunt all over my face. Her hips rocked up and down as I sucked and licked and devoured her.

“That’s it,” I said against her. “Use me, Enid. Show me exactly how you want it.”