Page 59 of Hungry As Her Python

My fingers flexed, squeezing his thick cock gently, reveling in the heat of him, the silky-smooth skin over the hard, heavy ridge beneath.

It felt right.

Like my hand was made to fit him.

Like I belonged there.

And that terrified me.

“I don’t have an answer for that yet,” I heard myself say, voice low and shaky. “But I want you. I need you. I just need time, okay?”

“Time?”

His mouth grazed mine between kisses, his breath warm and laced with that faint, wild scent that was all Conrad.

“Yes. Time. I just, I don’t know if I’m ready to try this whole mate thing on.”

“Bella,” he groaned like I was hurting him. “That’s not how it is?—”

“Conrad, I just, look I want to be with you. What if, like maybe, we can just see each other a while?”

His brow lifted.

But he wasn’t pushing me away, so that was good, right?

“So, you want to what? Date me?”

“Exactly. You know what I mean—ohhh,” I moaned as his big hand slid mine away and swept me off my feet like I weighed nothing.

I gasped, legs automatically winding around his waist as he pressed his lips to my earlobe.

I’d forgotten how strong he was—forgotten the sheer thrill of being lifted and held like I was precious, like I was his.

Oh my, a Witch could get used to this.

“First,” he said, voice low and gravelly, “if we’re dating, it’s exclusive. Agreed?”

He punctuated the question by sliding one hand under my robe, finding my nipple with unerring accuracy.

His fingers rolled the sensitive peak, sending a bolt of pleasure straight between my thighs.

My head thunked back, saved from the wall by Conrad’s quick fingers, and I whimpered.

“Yes. Yes, agreed,” I blurted, the words spilling out before I could think, because thinking was impossible when my body was screaming for him to keep going.

“Second,” he murmured, eyes glittering, “while we’re dating, I have full rein to pursue your acceptance of my claim. I plan to seduce you, Bella, but only because you are already mine.”

“You Snake,” I accused, breathless. “You’re going to use my weakness for you against me.”

“Damn straight,” he growled, catching my bottom lip in his teeth, then soothing it with a lazy sweep of his tongue.

My toes curled.

My knees might’ve gone weak if he wasn’t already holding me up.

“I’m going to love on this luscious body of yours until you have no choice but to believe me when I tell you. You. Are. Mine.”

Before I could form a comeback, his mouth claimed mine—hard, hungry, no more teasing—and his hands were everywhere, tugging my robe off my shoulders, baring me to the cool air and his heated gaze.