Page 35 of Resurrecting the Witch
Chapter 10
“Yes, sir.”
Feck me sideways, Cliona on her knees asking to please me was something I never thought I’d deserve.
In fact, I knew I didn’t deserve it. Wasn’t worthy of her in any way.
To make it worse, I think she was expecting me to shove my cock down her throat. Feck, I wanted that, but not as much as I wanted to taste her.
We hadn’t had time to talk about what she really wanted from me and how far she was willing to go.
Her pleasure, on the other hand? I could eat her to sate both hers and my own need until we had more time to explore one another.
“Patrick!” Cliona yelped as I picked her up from the floor in a smooth motion, hoisting her over my shoulder. I did it easily. My female was thick, and her curves felt so incredible against my body. Lifting her was a pleasure, not anything that strained my fae muscles that could have lifted two of her if needed.
“You continue to underestimate my strength, Cliona. I am trying not to take offense to it.” I slapped her arse for good measure, and the moan that came from her mouth went straight to my cock.
“You like my hand on your arse,mo peata?”
“Yes, sir.”
She called me sir without any prompting, and I wasn’t going to complain.
I set her on the counter so she was facing the back of her shop, away from the windows. She’d invested in some curtains that currently blocked the entire street from viewing us, but I wasn’t going to risk anyone having a key and walking in to see what wasmine.
I moved between her legs and grabbed the nape of her neck, pressing my mouth to hers. Hard. There wasn’t any softness to this kiss. She immediately opened, and I pushed my tongue into the warmth of her mouth. Feeling her tongue and that feckin’ piercing intertwine with mine almost undid me right then.
“Feck me, Cliona,” I breathed, pulling our mouths apart.
“Patrick,” she moaned my name like she was begging for something, and I had a good feeling what the lass needed.
“Are you wet for me,mo peata?”
She nodded slightly. “Drenched.”
“I’m going to take your pants off, and you’re going to spread your legs open so I can eat your cunt like I’ve been dreaming about since you tried to run from me on our first date.”
She whimpered at my demand. I relished the sound. Luckily, she wore leggings, so I didn’t have to worry about breaking any buttons. I didn’t think I had the patience to take my time with this. I yanked her leggings down and brought her black lace underwear with them.
I held them up, smelling her desire coating them like an appetizer for my feast.
“Did you wear these for me,mo peata?”
“Yes,” she panted and nodded, gripping the edge of the counter where I had already pulled her to. I got on my knees and was thankful for my height, so the top of the counter was perfect eating-Cliona’s-cunt height.
“That’s a dirty girl, wearing such tempting under things for me.” I inhaled her sweet scent and almost came in my jeans like a teen. This female was my forever. My salvation. My feckin’ mate. I was a rightjammybastard, and I would spend the rest of my life worshipping the sight of Cliona’s perfect pink pussy spread wide for me. “This is going to be quick because I am dying,mo peata.”
“Please,” she whined and moaned. “Please, Patrick.”
“Please what,mo peata?” I kissed up her inner thigh, teasing her but wanting her to say the words all the same. Something about demanding her to tell me her desires added a whole different level to what we were doing.
“Please lick my pussy.”
Another trail of kisses and my nose was close enough to touch her clit. “And what else, my perfect witchling?”
“Make me come.”
“Make you come, what?” I was being cruel. I loved it. Teasing her, praising her, it would easily become my new favorite activity if she allowed.
