Chapter 70 #3
“You take me so well,” he praised, loving the way she stretched around him, the feel of her clenching against his steely length pure heaven.
He moved slow and hard, eliciting a raspy groan from her precious lips—Mora met his thrusts as best she could, standing on her toes and rolling her hips.
Hands slipping down the bark. Zadriel clicked his tongue. “This won’t do.”
He bent down to kiss the curve of her shoulder before trailing his tongue up to her throat, canines scraping her skin.
Mora’s inner muscles fluttered. “Fae!” she cried out, fingers curling, nails digging into the Tree’s surface. His Little Witch liked the sting of his teeth, coupled with the way he angled his hips, hitting her deeper. Finding the precious spot that made her mewl for him.
His fingers followed the trail his tongue left behind, still wet from her arousal, her release glittering on her golden brown skin.
She looked at him over her shoulder, a soft glow of amber staring up at him, heavy with desire.
Zadriel gently wrapped his fingers around her throat, his endless black eyes holding that stare. Wholly ensnared by her.
With his other hand, he grabbed her right forearm and held her against his chest, their sweat-slicked skin pressing firmly together.
Rivulets of gold pulsing along their veins while he slammed into her, like shared pulses of power flowing freely between them.
“Focus on the pleasure I give you, Little Witch. I’ll make sure you don’t fall. ”
She nodded, a flush darkening her round cheeks.
One hand still rested against the Mother Tree, but Mora’s body softened, her lids drooping over lust-filled eyes.
“I trust you,” she said, gasping while he moved inside her.
Mora pushed back into him, rolling her hips, taking him to the hilt.
“Nothing has ever felt like this,” she breathed, voice hitching before it shifted to a moan.
“Right there. Fuck, ah! Please, please, please!” she screamed, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Look at me, Mora,” he rasped.
When she stared up at him, he held her gaze, gently sweeping his thumb up and down the column of her throat, the slow brush of his hand so at odds with his hard, unyielding thrusts.
“I won’t stop until I’ve pleased you,” he said, sliding his hand up her throat until his fingers traced over her lips.
Zadriel followed the seam of her perfect, plump mouth until she gasped again, opening for him.
“Until you’ve come so many times you’re hoarse,” he added, pressing his fingers on her tongue, allowing her to taste herself.
He couldn’t help the way he growled when she closed her mouth and sucked on them.
“Until I’m slick with your arousal and you beg for my seed.
Do you like the sound of that, Little Witch? ”
Dragging his wet fingers over her bottom lip, he waited for her answer.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Gods, yes!”
“Good.” Zadriel pulled her back harder against him, drawing out her high-pitched whine.
He loved the way her cheeks darkened further, her head tipping back as she took him so perfectly, breasts bouncing with every drive of his insatiable hips.
Mora writhed, matching his rhythm, pushing back against him thrust after thrust.
Her cries grew louder—she was close, and he wasn’t far behind, his balls tightening. Pleasure brewing in his core.
“Do you want to come, sweet thing?”
“Please!”
Zadriel weaved his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him, his other hand gliding down her stomach until he reached that over-sensitive bundle of nerves. Mora’s body quivered as he pressed his fingers against it, stroking her while he slammed into her like a male undone.
Who was he kidding, he was completely undone by her.
The sound of their slick bodies crashing together filled the meadow, her pleas and sighs joining their filthy song. Zadriel groaned when her inner muscle squeezed him like a vice. Milking him. Demanding he mark her with his release.
Mora unraveled—she threw her head back, screaming as she came.
Hard. He circled and plucked her sensitive nub, wringing out every ounce of pleasure he could from her, unable to stop himself from sinking his teeth into her shoulder.
Gentler than he liked, unlikely to bruise, but her flesh between his teeth, combined with the way she spasmed around him, her pleased cries in his ears, was too much. Zadriel followed her over the edge.
Zadriel’s thrusts turned ragged, his muscles tensing as he buried himself deep, following her over the edge.
When he pulled back, he ran his tongue over his bite mark, wishing for another taste of the blood pulsing underneath. A sheen of gold still painting their veins where they touched.
The two of them panted together, the firm press of her back against his chest an amazing feeling. Zadriel didn’t wish to move. Wanted her right there in his grip, satiated and warm, her body twitching and shuddering against him.
Mora felt the same—she leaned deeper into his touch, sighing happily.
“When can we do that again?” She giggled, nibbling her bottom lip.
Zadriel smiled, needing a taste—he leaned over her, gracing her with a tender kiss. “Whenever you’d like, Little Witch.”