Page 21 of Bewitched (Hexes and Fangs: Holiday Editions #1)

T he second I touch her bloody tongue with mine, there’s a moment of recognition—a sharp, metallic edge that lingers and coats our mouths. Blood is blood. And having mine on her tongue is so fucking hot.

"How is this blood collecting?"

"It’s not. I said I was planning to kiss you."

"Now you’ll have to do more than that." She whispers on my lips.

I twist her complete figure and tilt her over the counter. She elegantly sways her hips, her ass rubbing against my cock. I lean in, brushing my lips on her shoulder.

"I want to fuck you like this."

She smiles, curving her spine. Bent over, wearing a black mini skirt, her thighs are completely exposed.

I put my cock on her ass, rubbing it against her cheeks.

Fuck. To have her like this. Her hand stretches out to me, gliding over me slowly while she shifts her hips.

So slow. My fingers dance in circles on her, tracing pleasure’s map.

I enjoy each moan that escapes her lips.

"I want you inside… me."

"Manners?" I bite the skin on her neck.

"Just fuck me, already."

I pull away her thong and touch the tip of my cock to her.

She shivers, and I remove her hand from my cock.

Grasping both of her wrists tightly with one hand, she anchors them against her spine.

I thrust half-way up inside her. Moving my other hand to her waist. Holding her in place.

In some way, she seizes control and manipulates me into her playing.

I am her toy, looking at her as she satisfies herself by using me.

Her hips’ movements. Her dance all over me.

She stands up with my cock still inside her, her back pressed to my chest. And I lift her chin, licking her neck.

I place two of my fingers to her lips and request her to suck.

She brushes them with a flat tongue, then ushers them into her mouth, soaking them.

I take my fingers out of her mouth and drop them on her sensitive spot.

I hold my hand over her mouth to blanket her yell as she orgasms with me inside her.