Page 27 of Bewitched (Hexes and Fangs: Holiday Editions #1)

I can taste the strawberry from her lipstick.

The spice making my tongue sting. Both her hands touch my belt, and I pause her.

She smiles. Gripping my belt, she softly nudges me, and my legs collide with the coffin behind me.

Her fingers press on my shoulder, a sign for me to sit.

I will follow through on everything she will ever wish.

I am absolutely obsessed with her. She is so fucking hot.

She places the mask back on my face and strolls to the wall where her pitchfork awaits her.

That ass is swaying beneath that leather skirt, rousing even the dead.

Her hands wrap around the handle of the devil’s fork and I wish they were gripping my cock right now.

She twists slowly and ambles back to me.

Between my knees, she pauses, lifting my mask away.

"Pretty boys don’t need masks."

I laugh and her eyes are poised on my fangs. Her thumb glides over my bottom lip. She lifts my chin and kisses me again. I hoist her onto my lap and clasp her waist firmly against me. She smiles when she feels me hard.

"I want to ride you before I kill you."

"Do it while I am still inside you."

"Aren’t you afraid?"

"I am already dead."

"Nothing works... I somehow have to undo the spell on you."

"The spell?"

"I poisoned everyone when I dropped the love potion into the cauldron."

"And I thought you loved all the attention."

She scoots closer, her breasts pressed against my chest. "This is not love."

"I was absolutely bewitched by you…" Her emerald eyes pierce my soul. But just before words escape her lips, I steal a kiss. "Long before I savored your poisoned candy."

Her eyes grow big. "What?"

"I am in love with you, nightshade. The candy just made it fun."

"I tried to kill you several times."

"Loved every single detail you put into it."

"You are lying…"