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Story: The Witch Queen of Halloween (Immortals After Dark 20)
“Ipromised myself to you”—his voice was rough—“even if you aren’t yet sold on the idea.AndItold youInever want to separate from you again.Wedo not part,Poppy.”
“You’reswaying me.”Withhim, her heart was engaged in this act, not just her body, and it was like adding heat to a concoction; now magic would happen as never before. “Keepswaying me.”
Oncehe’d seated himself as deep as she could take him, he nearly forced the air out of her lungs.Hestilled, letting her get used to his size.Hisgaze held hers as he groaned the word:“You.”
Sheunderstood.Shegasped her answer:“You.”
Whenhe ground against her, pleasure radiated throughout her body.Takinga ragged breath, he withdrew and pumped his hips, turning her cry to an abandoned moan.
Hisexpression grew agonized. “Poppy. . .gods!”Hesheathed himself with a long, steady stroke.Andagain.
“More,Rök!Don’thold back.”
Hequickened the rhythm.Ashe bucked inside her, skin slapped skin and sensation scrambled her mind.
Heseized her hips, using his thumb to rub her clit with each thrust.Hisgray gaze locked on her bouncing breasts, his horns swelling.Moresmoke rose from his heated skin.
Ridingher.Rockingher.Workingher slippery bud.Withthat lost look in his eyes.
Sweatdripped from his forehead to ping one of her aching nipples, more stimulation for a greedy witch. “How’rewe looking”—he plunged his cock even deeper— “for forever?
“Notyet!” she lied.Sensationmelded with emotion, seasoned with magic and fate; she andRökwere one.
Poppycouldn’t hold out against such an onslaught.Ashis hips pistoned, the need for release reached a flash point.Toomuch.Toomuch!Shesqueezed her thighs around his waist, bracing for a climax so strong she almost feared it.
I’llnever be the same.Never.
Andstill, she surrendered, diving headlong into deep water. “Comingfor you, demon!”Hervision blurred as she loosed a desperate scream: “RÖK!Yes, yes,YES!”Tumblingover the edge, she pulsated around his thick rod until she swam in ecstasy. . . .
* * *
Rökdidn’t want this to end, but he couldn’t resist her sultry clench much longer.
Hewatched enthralled as his shaft emerged wet from her orgasm.No, don’t look there.Butevery other sight increased the pressure.
Thosequivering breasts.Herpanting lips that had sucked him so hungrily.Herlust-glazed eyes.Herpale neck?—
“Can’t. . . can’t hold my seed!”Hisbody was a mass of agony, unequaled in all his battles.Theair was redolent with her honey; each inhalation ratcheted up his need.
Betweenbreaths, she said, “Youhave to hold out . . .Iwant another!Andyou still need to mark me.”
Hegnashed his fangs, about to spend just from the wordsmark me. “Forever?”
Shenodded eagerly. “Forever.”
Heshook his head, his muscles quaking. “I’mtoo far gone!”
“Thinkof something else.”
“Likebloody what?”
“Desh?”
Rökfroze. “Youdidn’t.”
“Did.Willdo it all night!”Shelaughed, and he felt the vibrations around his shaft.Becausehe was inside his mate, and she washappy.
Peaceand need tangled inside him. “Byall the gods, you’re a weird little witch.”Butthe throbbing in his shaft had relented a touch.
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