Chapter 15
Colt
My head is spinning, my vision is blurred, and my cock feels like ice cream left out in the sun for far too long.
I always thought there was no such thing as too much head. Turns out I was wrong. This woman seriously needs to learn the meaning of enough.
“A-Amara…” I manage between strangled moans. “Please… let’s take a break.”
“There is no such thing as a break, my lovely mortal.”
Ironically, she grants me one anyway.
For all of ten glorious seconds.
Then she’s right back where she left off, her tongue circling the head of my cock with maddening precision while those impossible green eyes remain fixed on my face, quietly enjoying every second of my suffering.
The phrase fuck around and find out has never felt more appropriate.
Because fuck…
I really did fuck around.
And now I’m finding out just how thoroughly I managed to piss off a witch.
She takes my cock into her mouth once more, forcing herself as deep as she can until every brush against the back of her throat sends another shiver racing through my body.
Then, just as suddenly, she releases me.
Without a hint of urgency, she rises to her feet, smooths the folds of her long white dress, and gives the belt around my neck a single, unforgiving yank.
I’m dragged clean off the couch, landing on all fours against the hardwood floor.
“I have extended to you a measure of patience you have done absolutely nothing to deserve,” she says, looking down at me with quiet authority. “Yet you continue to mistake my generosity for permission to disregard every instruction I give.”
She takes another slow step closer.
“If obedience is a lesson you refuse to learn of your own accord… then I shall have to employ rather more persuasive methods.”
I look up at her, feeling the leather dig into my throat just enough to sting.
And that’s where she’s mistaken. She truly believes this is a punishment.
Fuck, girl.
I’d worship every shadow your feet cast. I’d kiss every inch of your body until you inevitably decided to kill me again, because I’m almost certain I’ve never been this completely, catastrophically gone for anyone in my entire life.
I came to Hoia Baciu because I wanted to meet the witch everyone kept talking about. Now all I can think about is finding a way to keep her.
Preferably one that doesn’t involve her caving my skull in with a tree branch or introducing me to one of the countless other creative ways she undoubtedly knows how to dispose of a man.
She presses her bare foot against my shoulder before gathering the fabric of her white dress in one elegant hand.
Slowly, she lifts it just high enough to reveal herself to me.
“Your tongue has thus far demonstrated a remarkable talent for speaking utter nonsense,” she says, her voice calm and perfectly composed. “Let us discover whether it proves rather more valuable when employed for a purpose that requires no words at all.”
She walks backward with slow, unhurried steps until the back of her legs meets the chair.
Then she sits gracefully on its edge.
One leg comes to rest over the arm of the chair while the other remains on the floor, parted just enough for me to settle between them.
The belt tightens with another measured tug, silently reminding me exactly where I’m expected to be.
“Of course… my queen,” I murmur, my voice rough, low, and already strained.
I don’t need to be told twice. I crawl closer, grinning like a fucking idiot.
Holy shit. This is the best day of my life.
I lower my head until I’m beside the foot resting against the wooden floor.
I brush my nose over her skin, taking my time before pressing a slow kiss against the top of her foot.
Then another.
My tongue traces over her skin with deliberate care as my hands settle lightly around her ankle, savoring every quiet breath she gives me.
God…
If this is what she calls punishment, I really need to start misbehaving more often.
My tongue starts traveling up her ankle while my left hand glides over her skin. With my right, I squeeze my cock hard, silently reminding the bastard to calm the fuck down because I’d like to enjoy this for longer than thirty goddamn seconds.
I keep kissing my way over her knee, slowly lifting her dress higher as my hand trails along her other leg until my mouth reaches the inside of her raised thigh.
Her head falls back against the chair, her fingers tightening around the belt before her other hand buries itself in my hair.
Without a word, she pulls my face straight into her cunt.
Please, God…
If she’s planning on killing me after this, at least do it now while I’m eating her pussy.
I’d die a happy man.
I flick my tongue out, licking her cunt from bottom to top, and this time she lets out a loud, unrestrained moan that shoots straight to my cock.
Fuck.
I wrap both arms around her thighs and pull her closer until her lower body is practically resting in my arms. Her elbows brace against the arms of the chair while I hold her exactly where I want her.
I start by licking her clit slowly, paying attention to every little sound she makes, every hitch in her breathing, every twitch of her thighs.
It doesn’t take long to figure out she’d enjoy it a hell of a lot more if I stopped teasing.
So I do.
My tongue moves faster, circling her clit before I catch it gently between my teeth, giving it a slow bite that earns another helpless moan. I immediately soothe it with my tongue before closing my lips around it and sucking.
Her grip on my hair tightens.
I lift one of her legs onto my shoulder, freeing one hand to slide my finger slowly through her soaking wet pussy, dragging it up and down just enough to make her squirm.
“Oh… dear Lord,” she moans.
I keep sucking her swollen clit before finally pushing a finger inside her pussy.
Her entire body jerks.
A broken cry tears from her lips as she yanks my hair again, pressing my face impossibly deeper against her cunt.
“Do not stop, Colt.”
I keep licking her clit while my fingers move in and out of her, but it isn’t enough.
I pull my hand back just long enough to spit into my palm, rubbing it over my fingers before sliding three of them back inside her pussy.
I don’t give her a chance to adjust or protest.
I start fucking her with my fingers as fast as I can while my mouth goes straight back to her clit, sucking it like a starving man.
Her moans dissolve into screams.
The hand that had been holding the belt completely forgets its purpose. Both of them fly to the arms of the chair instead, gripping them so tightly I swear she could snap the wood in half.
“Come on, Pixie… come for me.”
The words leave my mouth for barely a second before I’m right back between her legs.
Yeah… I probably shouldn’t have called her that again.
Fuck it.
She can either get used to the nickname or kill me.
Let’s see if making her come changes her mind.
“Ohhh… I’m close…”
Her voice breaks into a cry, and then I feel it.
Her pussy clamps down around my fingers so hard it almost hurts.
The force of her orgasm practically pushes my hand back out of her as a warm jet sprays across my face and tongue, letting me taste every drop while her scream echoes through the room.
Holy…
I slowly pull away from between her thighs and rise to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before wrapping my fingers around her throat.
“Let’s see if you like the taste of yourself.”
I step closer until we’re almost nose to nose before forcing my tongue into her mouth, making her taste herself on my lips.
She doesn’t hesitate.
Her hands cup my face as she deepens the kiss before pushing herself off the chair and jumping straight into my arms.
I catch her without thinking.
She’s hovering right above my painfully hard cock while I slowly drag her wet pussy over it through my boxers.
The second she touches me… I lose every last bit of self-control.
I drop her onto the table, ripping her dress apart as fast as I can.
Fuck the dress.
If she wants to play rough…
I can play rough too.
“Be a good girl and don’t fucking move,” I growl against her ear as I free my cock.
I line myself up with her pussy, dragging the head through the wetness until I’m coated before driving into her with one hard thrust.
Her eyes fly open.
Her lips part as she struggles to catch her breath around the size of me, and somehow that only makes me lose my mind even more.
I grab her by the waist and start pulling her body toward me, fucking her right there on the table as fast as my body will let me.
Jesus Christ…
Her pussy feels like heaven.
Like it was made for me.
Like she’s the missing piece to a puzzle that spent thirty-three years waiting to be completed.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” I groan, every thrust sinking deeper than the last.
“Colt… oh, Lord… it feels amazing…”
Those words nearly finish me on the spot.
I wrap one hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her body squirm beneath me before easing the pressure.
“Easy, Pixie,” I murmur against her lips. “Just enjoy it. Trust me.”
I stay buried deep inside her as I lean in and catch her lower lip between my teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood.
She hisses.
The taste of her blood floods my mouth, and it only drives me crazier.
I hook my arms beneath her thighs and lift her effortlessly, keeping my cock buried inside as I bounce her against me, nails raking down my back and leaving burning lines across my skin.
“Kiss me, Amara.”
She obeys without a word.
Our mouths crash together, our tongues meeting as the taste of her blood mixes with our saliva.
Everything else disappears.
The room.
The forest.
The mansion.
It’s just me and her.
Me and the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen.
Me and the love of my fucking life.
How ironic.
Thirty-three years on this planet, and somehow I fell in love with a woman older than my entire fucking bloodline combined.
With one final pull of her body down onto my cock, I come again, burying myself as deep as I can while she clings to me.
Still wrapped around each other, I carry her to the couch before lowering us onto it in the exact same position where this whole thing began.
I’m on my back.
She’s straddling me.
This time there are no clothes between us.
Only her pussy still hugging my cock like an old friend that had been waiting centuries to find its way home.