Page 107 of Dissection of Immortal Hearts

What followed was a cacophony of gasps and groans – sounds that might have left him unaffected if it weren’t for the woman in his arms. With each inhale, her body nestled further into his chest, drawing his attention to every point of contact between their bodies. Especially where his hips aligned with the curve of her lower back, his hands fitted snugly around her waist…

He got hard within seconds.

Damn it.He tried to move backwards, but the stone shelves’ jagged edges pressed against his shoulders and dug into his shoulder blades.

He focused on the Hospital, the most grotesque cases he’d seen, the reptilians – anything to scatter his thoughts and redirect his blood flow.

Never in his life had he prayed for a woman to come faster– at the hands of another man. To his immense relief, his pleas were answered and the witch’s scream reverberated through the cave.

“Hmm… taste yourself, treasure…” Balian murmured, followed by the unmistakable sounds of licking and sucking.

Then all hell broke loose as the pair transitioned to the next phase. “Take me… harder…” the witch gasped as though he weren’t already obliging.

Amelia shifted in his arms. Before Mikhail could grasp her intent, she turned her head towards him, ever so slowly. That scent hit him again.

Her breath caught as his hardness grazed her back. She froze briefly, then resumed her movement, tilting her face closer to his. Was she trying to…?

She rose onto her toes. Did she mean to kiss him?

Her lips moved, forming silent words. She was trying to tell him something.

The lovers’ groans continued unabated, but he no longer registered them. Amelia’s heartbeat, her intoxicating scent, and the intimate contact of their bodies occupied his full awareness.

He leaned forward to meet her.

“I need to look,” she whispered in his ear.

What?!He shook his head firmly.

“Hold me steady…”

She turned back towards the scene outside. His fingers tightened on the fabric of her dress, a silent plea for her to reconsider. But Amelia slowly lifted a hand, sweeping her hair aside to drape it over her shoulder. The motion was unintentional, but it caused her backside to brush against him, worsening the already dire situation.

He had no time to dwell on it because she bent forward, determined to sneak a peek.

If they saw her…

If she didn’t stop arching her ass towards him like that…

The urge to press into her, to grind against her until he found relief, was almost overwhelming. He forced himself to focus on keeping her upright. The narrow alcove didn’t give her room to adjust her stance, and without his support, she’d topple forward.

He couldn’t tell if she saw anything or not, but when she retreated, she leaned back into him once more.

The next minutes stretched in agonising silence.

The gods themselves intervened, blessing the witch with an orgasm so loud, it almost burst their eardrums.

“I’ll miss this every day for the coming year…” she panted.

“I should hope so, my dear,” Balian said smoothly. “I’d repeat the performance, but I must join the family to prepare for the competition.”

“I’m sure you’re itching to make those younglings sweat. What do you have planned for them this year? Let me guess… walking through fire? No? Glass shards, perhaps? No…”

Balian chuckled. “A delightful quiz on the history of witchcraft and magic.”

“Oh, how dull! Why don’t you just hand them the questions and come back here with me?”

“With pleasure.”