Page 37 of Of Poison & Pumpkins (Of Witches & Men #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY

Elias

I love Rynn. Simple as that. The most primal need to please her until she shatters from my touch is like a severe drug flowing through my blood. The anticipation threatens to implode what remains of my self-control. We’ve waited long enough.

In our apartment, which is still covered in knitting projects, I move Goosie into the bathroom to give us full privacy. No innocent cat should witness the deeds about to take place. The dim light from the street lanterns basks the studio in a glow that can only be described as sensual.

Rynn leans against a counter in the kitchen, cup of water raised to her lips.

Over the rim of the glass, her eyes meet mine, a rainbow of emotions.

She’s everything at once. She’s a gorgeous, strong cliffside where waves splash against the rocky base.

She’s a delicate cloud, feathery and light.

She’s the reason I wake each morning. My past. Future.

All of it compacted into one simple, suggestive smile.

“Come here,” I say, unhooking my suspenders in case she’s willing to be restrained during our first time.

I want to make sure she’s as comfortable as possible, but Goddess Above, if this woman lets me tie her, I may die, then resurrect myself, just to experience it again.

My Sunflower stays where she is, denying me what I so desperately desire.

It’s not only her body I’m addicted to. Yes, the curve of her hips under those tight leggings would make any straight man insane and her perfectly sized breasts leave my cock rock hard.

But her passion is what ignites my soul.

The ache to have her now is too strong to ignore.

I march across the room, heart hammering in my chest. Pinning her against the counter is almost as good as bindings. Her body, soft and receiving, fits so well against mine.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight.”

All I get is a single nod and a flick of her tongue over her bottom lip that gives me the green light.

My hand burrows into her hair, tugging a bit.

She gasps, and then my lips crash into hers.

I haul her closer and sprinkle kisses down her throat.

At the sound of her moans, my heart tries to break out of my rib cage.

She’s never as close as I want her to be.

Her hands go under my shirt. On my skin.

Skim up my chest. Bodies tangled closer.

Pulse speeding faster, I grab under her ass and place her on the counter for better access. Immediately, she spreads her knees wide in invitation. That action alone makes me run a hand down my face.

“Fuck, Rynn.”

“I thought you didn’t swear,” she teases with a wicked grin.

“Take off your shirt.”

“You don’t want to do it?” The twinkle in her eye is more than I can bear.

“I want to watch you,” I say, taking a step back. “Keep your knees spread.”

Slowly, she raises her shirt over her long hair, until her locks billow back down onto her chest. Half her cleavage is covered by braids and that simply won’t do.

“Move your hair.”

With a smile, she does. Then awaits her next command.

“Take off your bra.”

“How? One strap at a time or unclip from the back?”

“One strap at a time,” I say, letting my hand go to my crotch.

Rynn lets one strap fall to expose a bare shoulder until she sees me touching myself. “Oh, no. None of that. You have to wait.”

“Rynnlee.”

“Be patient,” she says, as the other strap slips off.

Time ceases to exist. With a quick flick of her wrist, the rest of the fabric falls to the floor. The perfect mounds of her breasts are mouthwatering. My entire body wants to surge forward.

“Stay,” she commands.

My breath comes fast, heavy. Muscles tighten. My cock pulses and twitches with a mind of its own. Heart thrashing. I’m partially aware of clenching my fists, then releasing. Clench. Release.

I bite my bottom lip and drink in the sight of her. “You better yank those pants off now.”

She holds up one finger to silence me, then slowly reclines, lying flat on her back on the counter. Her leggings shimmy off one leg at a time until one piece of slippery silk remains.

I’m unable to hold back any longer. Flat on her back, she’s a treasure to behold, a piece of artwork. I trail over the edges of her tattoo with a delicate touch. Following it from her collarbone all the way to where it stretches under her breast and down her stomach to her panties.

“I’m taking these off.”

“Yes, you are,” she says with a laugh, since I’ve already started tugging them down.

Since I’m between her spread legs, and I’m unwilling to move away, I have to rip the fabric. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

“Size medium, black, seamless, high rise.” She smiles, laying nude and vulnerable while I’m still fully dressed. “Go ahead, take me, Lias. I’m yours.”

I may hyperventilate. I may burst out of my skin. So much tension coils and throbs in my groin that I may pass out here and now.

Ghosting my knuckles up her inner thighs, I watch her face change from playful to sinful. Her lips part as I move closer to her center and trust exudes from her eyes. She’s so soft, so smooth and warm. The higher I go, the more heat radiates from her.

“Want to touch you, Sunflower. Do you want to be tied?”

As she watches my hand move between her legs, her breasts rise and fall fast with each breath, “Ooohh.”

First, I swipe a finger against her clit to satisfy my need to hear her moan again. She does, so sweetly, like a song. But her body is too tense and rigid.

“Relax, babe, I got you.”

My fingers explore her upper thighs, her folds, the wetness seeping out onto my hand. The sight of my hand on her skin is so arousing I can’t handle it.

“Please,” she whispers.

Happy to oblige, I slowly insert one finger. Holy tightness, she’s going to break me. So wet. All mine. The scent of her in glued into my brain. I move and swirl my finger inside her until her hands clamp against the counter’s edge. This memory needs to be filed away for the rest of my life.

“No, no, no, this won’t work,” I say, sliding my finger out and immediately regretting it.

“Wh-what? Why? Keep going,” she begs, eyes dark and lusty.

“You’re going on the bed. Come on, sit up.”

She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. If my cock was out, I’d have half a mind to slide into her like this. Right now. I release a deep breath and move across the studio to ease her onto the mattress.

“Hurry.” Rynn’s voice is breathy, quiet, urgent.

“Patience. I’m tying you now. Understand?”

Her throat bobs as she nods. The sheer trust she has in me feels like a fire within my chest. I wrap my suspenders around her wrists to form an expert knot I know she can’t escape. Finally, I anchor them to the headboard. Her eyes remain fixed on mine the entire time.

Repositioning, I decide it’s time to meet her on equal ground. I pull my shirt over my head and relish in her gaze scanning my chest like a starved animal. Slowly, I stand to taunt her as payback. I undo my belt at snail speed.

“Elias!” She tugs against her binds, making her breasts wiggle. “Hurry!”

With a smile, I slide off my pants, letting them pool on the floor in a puddle. In only my boxer briefs, I chuckle as her eyes dip low. A slice of euphoria shoots through me like a drug.

“Maybe that’s enough for tonight? Should I leave you again like in the barn?”

“So help me, Elias!” Rynn growls. “Finish what you started. And take those off.”

I lower my boxers until my cock bobs free, stiff and frenzied. There’s no chance I’m slipping into her until she comes at least once. So, I continue where I left off and press not one, but two fingers into her.

She cries out, her eyes alight with pleasure and her wrists strain against the ties. “Woah!”

“I said relax, beautiful. I got you.”

Already shaking, her hips swirl against my hand. Her inner walls flutter against my fingers in the most delicious way. Her little grunts float into the air as she bucks against me, seeking release.

“Harder!”

I shove a third finger inside and watch the way she arches her back like a dancer.

“Oh, Goddess!” she yells.

“Feel that?”

“Yes!”

“That’s me doing that. Your boyfriend. I’m yours and you’re mine. Understand?”

“Yes!”

Her entire body bends like a bridge.

“You want to come, Sunflower?”

“Yes!”

I can feel the orgasm building inside her, matching her sounds. There’d be claw marks etched in my skin if she weren’t tied.

My fingers pick up speed, and I finally change the angle, holding out on this exact moment.

“Come for me. Now, Rynn.”

“Oh!” Her face reddens and her eyes clamp shut. “Oh!”

I fear she’s stopped breathing as her whole body spasms. I stare, transfixed by how breathtaking she is. All too soon, her eruption ends in a long uncurling of her muscles. Her heavy breathing is the only sound I can hear other than my raging heartbeat.

“I need to be inside you, babe. Tell me I can have you.”