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After everything they’d shared, she hadn’t believed it possible to want him again, but she did. It was as if he’d somehow become a part of her, and his needs were hers too.
Before she could lift her head, he clasped the side of her face and rolled toward her. His mouth found hers in a gentle kiss that reawakened a passion that should have been well-sated but wasn’t.
Their tongues entwined as his hands roamed over her with an expertise that brought every part of her to life. She practically begged for more while he kissed his way down her body to between her legs.
Sahira’s arms stretched over her head as she savored his tongue against her clit. She loved watching him as the light played over his muscles and emphasized his ciphers while he awakened and teased her until he finally drove her over the edge.
She threaded her fingers through his thick, silken hair and screamed his name, something she’d learned he enjoyed. The shadows embraced him as he lifted himself over her.
Her eyes held his while he kissed her again before claiming her hands and locking them above her head. When he entered her again, he broke the kiss to watch her as he moved leisurely in and out.
Sahira yearned to touch him, but he didn’t release her hands, and she couldn’t break free of his hold. She couldn’t stop looking at him either; she lost herself to those black eyes, the way they devoured her every move while his other hand found every tender spot on her.
And as he watched her, he learned what made her gasp and react as he played with her nipples, stroked her breasts, and lowered his hand to caress her clit. He reclaimed her mouth and plunged deeper into her when she came again.
He shuddered against her as he groaned. Deep within her, she felt the pulse of his cock as he spilled his seed.
After their second time together, she’d regained enough control to inquire about birth control. She hadn’t bothered with it yet, but as she’d suspected, he was taking a potion for it.
“I think you’re more an enchantress than a witch,” he murmured before withdrawing from her and collapsing on the mattress.
Sahira barely had time to catch her breath before he encircled his arms around her again and locked her against his side. This time, she didn’t doze off but slipped into a deep sleep as exhaustion claimed her.
CHAPTERSEVENTY-TWO
The scarog beetles’occasional thumps against the side of the building came to a halt. The ensuing hush only emphasized Sahira’s steady breaths while she slept beside him.
Her warm body was nestled against his. When she rolled toward him a little bit ago, she’d draped her arm over his chest. At the time, her head settled perfectly beneath his chin; it remained there.
He’d finally gotten the chance to see his witch with her hair down, tumbling around her shoulders and down her back, as she rode him with abandon. And she’d rode him to the point where his dick almost couldn’t get hard, but recalling her naked and crying out in ecstasy caused his exhausted appendage to stir again.
His trusty friend had never let him down before and wouldn’t now. However, it needed a break, and so did she.
Without thinking, he lifted a silken strand of her long hair and slid it through his fingers before letting it fall to her shoulder. Its warm mahogany hue shone in the candlelight flickering over them.
He couldn’t help admiring its color or how every part of her was supple, warm, yielding, and beautiful. She also fit perfectly against his side; it was as if she was made for him, but that wasn’t possible. He wasn’t a lycan seeking a mate or a vampire’s consort; he was a dark fae, which meant he had no mate, and that was how he liked it.
Still, she felt incredibly good against his side. Too good. He didn’t want to get up and leave when it was past time for him to do so.
Judging by the silence, the scarogs had spent their twenty-four hours here and retreated. It was time to see the damage and move on to a new bedmate.
This had been a fun game, but it was over. He’d won.
He’d conquered his stubborn witch, and while she wasfantastic, he was now free to move on to other women. There was always an endless supply of them. Life was grand that way.
But he didn’t get up. He told himself it was because he’d been awake for over a day, things had been a bit stressful during The Reaping, and his little witch had about fucked him dry, so he was too tired to move.
It hadnothingto do with how good her breasts felt against his chest, how much he enjoyed her soft breaths against his skin, or how she now smelled of him. Still, as he stared at the closed-off floor above, he relished his scent all over her.
She wasn’t the first woman he’d lain next to in bed. Of course she wasn’t, but she was the first where heenjoyedbeing there. He hadn’t once contemplated chewing off his arm to escape.
With those women, if he didn’t fall asleep when he finished with them, he’d just laid there and endured it. He never stayed because he wanted to. It was always because there weren’t other options for another bed, he’d passed out, or they’d been good enough to stay for another round after some rest.
That’swhy he was still here, he decided. The witch was a great lay, and while he’d already taken her six times, he’d gladly give her another spin.
He wasn’t still lying here because she’d somehow managed to get under his skin. She hadn’t. That couldneverhappen to him… not with a woman.
No one got under the skin of a dark fae… except Lexi had stolen Cole’s heart.But he’s part lycan, and emotion rules those beasts.
