CHAPTER 13
SHADE
My little witch said she wants me! Fucking finally!
Nothing else has ever sounded so sweet. I lift her up by her hips and place her on the countertop, ignoring the floured surface and the bits of dough everywhere. This puts her at my level. Perfect. Hells, she’s beautiful. I enjoy everything about her. Her smile and laugh are addictive.
And the little wrinkles between her eyes when she frowns at me are lovely. But this look. This lustful, breathless, overwhelmed look may become my new favorite.
My eyes roam all over her and I lick my lips.
“Where to start. Maybe we should remove this pretty dress. Can’t have it getting ruined, can we?”
“Sounds good to me.” Remmie agrees.
She goes to pull up the hem of her dress and I stop her.
“Please allow me.”
She nods yes like a bobble head doll. She’s so cute like this.
Nothing to say. I make quick work pulling the fabric over her smooth thighs and hips.
Past her soft belly and over those juicy tits that fall out of the top of the dress.
No bra. Hells. I can’t contain my groan.
My mouth waters at the sight of all that freckle-kissed skin and her stiff dusty brown nipples.
Remmie is a goddess. A feast laid out before a staving man. And I intend to devour every bit of her. I lift her breasts in my hands and they almost over fill them. Perfect. She lets out a little moan when I run my thumbs over her. So sensitive.
“Do you like that, Sweetness? Like when I play with these gorgeous tits of yours? Should I taste them? I very much want to.”
“Yes please.” She sighs, pushing her chest into my hands.
I push her down until she’s lying flat on her back, giving me a view of all of her.
Those lace undies the only thing she has on.
I make quick work of those, pocketing them for later.
My eyes are glued to her gorgeous pussy, wet from being undressed and touched, by me.
Flour from the counter sticks to her skin and I can’t wait to make a bigger mess of her.
Wasn’t there a bowl of icing somewhere? I find it right where Remmie placed it on the counter. Oh, am I going to have fun with my mate.
Mate?
Holy shit. Is Remmie my mate? After the talk I had with Marla, the thought has made itself at home in my brain. I live my life too unstable. Never serious about much. On the run from my own mistakes. But being with Remmie feels like coming home.
I wrap her legs around my hips so I can move in closer to her. My tail slips up, up, up to tease between her brown curls, finding her clit. It makes slow back and forth strokes and Remmie’s body vibrates with pleasure.
I begin to spread icing over her breasts, my claws lightly grazing her nipples and she mews. She stares at me, eyes hooded. “You’re really using my icing?” she asks.
“That, I am. Do you want it all over you, Sweetness? Want me to glaze you like one of your warm cinnamon rolls?”
She moans a yes, and I can’t wait another moment.
My split tongue laps at her skin and I groan. “Mm. Delicious.”
Remmie squirms from the sensations and I can’t help but chuckle. I take one dark bud into my mouth, give it a rough suck and Remmie moans deep in her chest. I pluck her other nipple with my claws and she arches into my tough, silently asking for more. Oh, I’m going to give her more.
I’m going to give her everything.
She’s tried to deny me. Deny this connection between us.
To pretend she wasn’t as into me as I clearly was for her.
No magic needed. Her body can’t hide it anymore.
I tease her opening with the tip of my tail before easing into her.
She gasps and I love it sound. I move my tail in and out of her soft channel.
The sounds of her wetness turning me on even more.
Her skin blushes a dark, deep red, making her freckles pop against her beautiful skin. It’s so damn cute and so her.
I want to wrap every part of myself around her and never let go. My tail picks up the pace, driving deeper into her. Her pussy tightens and I know she’s close.
“That’s it, Sweetness. Let go for me.” I growl and Remmie shutters, her orgasm shaking her entire body. She moans my name, her pussy squeezing my tail like a vice, and hells, I can’t wait to feel this once I’m truly inside her.
The hit of her desire is like a drug. The intensity of it making her pink aura glow around her.
To be the one to bring her this pleasure threatens to make me come in my jeans.
But I have so much more I want to do with my little witch before the day is done.
She moans my name and it sounds so perfect.
If this overwhelming, gut wrenching, bone breaking, fall on my knees in the rain feeling running through my entire being doesn’t prove Remmie is my mate, I have no clue what will.
I promise to be the only male to bring her such ecstasy for the rest of her days.
I pull my tail from inside her, the tip glistening with her juices.
And the need to taste her is overwhelming.
Catching her breath, Remmie mutters, “Wow. That was ... "
"One. That was one, Sweetness. I've been dreaming of touching your gorgeous body for days. I won’t stop until I’ve wrung every last drop of pleasure from you." I lick my lips, watching her as she shudders.
“Let me show you why demons do it better.”