Page 38 of Of Poison & Pumpkins (Of Witches & Men #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Rynn

E lias delivered the best, most beastly, most explosive orgasm I’ve ever had. And it was only from using his fingers. The voracious way his dark eyes laser into mine is overwhelming, an intensity I’ve never experienced. It’s obvious he’s not done with me yet.

Kneeling above me, he softly massages my thighs as my body recovers. The sweet sensation is almost too much to handle. I squirm under the pressure but can’t escape with my hands tied above my head.

For a few beats, I try to capture this alluring scene in my memory.

Most of the lights are off; his skin is only illuminated by the seductive moonlight and street lanterns beaming through the window.

He’s a specimen crafted by the most cunning artist. My fingers twitch with the need to trace the shape of his collarbone, down his bewitching pecs, over his stomach to fist his dick.

Unfortunately, my man has plans to torture me because I can’t touch him at all when tied like this.

I long to grab onto his back and dig my nails into his skin. Mark him. Claim him as mine. My eyes meet his again, grounding me in the moment.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you more. Tell me you trust me wholly. Tell me you trust me with all of you, your body, mind, and soul.”

“Yes, I trust you. Tell me I get every piece of you, nothing hidden behind a mask.”

“I promise to fully be myself with you, always and forever,” Elias whispers against my nipple, making it so hard it’s almost painful. “Because of that promise, I don’t want to hold back tonight. If there’s anything you don’t want or like, say, ‘sailboat.’ Got it?”

I barely nod once before he’s touching me.

My nerves tingle to life again when he cups my breast. My skin feels hotter than the sun as he hovers over my face and kisses me tenderly, with divine expertise.

He tastes of delectable enchantments and exquisite passion, with a hint of something fruity—maybe nectar.

Even with my eyes closed, my senses are overloaded.

So much feeling. Veins gushing with raw, carnal need.

He positions himself closer, and I feel the heaviness of his thick cock rest between my legs.

“Lias,” I moan into his mouth.

“Good girl,” he mumbles against my lips. “Ready for this?”

I hear foil rip, feel his body move closer, heavier.

“Rynnlee, open your eyes, babe.”

I do, unaware they were even closed. His scrumptious smirk is an electric shock to my nerves. Fuck, I’m obsessed with him. I’m hooked on his every move. Addicted to the way he drinks me in.

I dip my gaze down his devastating body and watch him grab himself. He wears the confidence of a king, ready to feast. Wrapped and ready, he brushes his tip against my opening.

“Look at me,” he says, toying with me, rubbing himself against my clit. “Tell me how slow to go.”

I don’t care if he has the biggest cock known to man or if he’s vicious and rough.

All I want is to erase any space between us so that we don’t know where one of us ends and the other begins.

I crave for him to be inside me, to stretch me.

The ache in my core throbs violently. My heart won’t survive this. It’s beating too fast, too hard.

“Please, Lias. I need you, now.” I’m not even sure if I say it aloud.

My hips have a mind of their own, arching, trying to reach him, since my hands have no power or control. My pulse skyrockets in a wild, maddening beat.

His smile could brighten the darkest shadow. “Eager for me?”

Slowly, he pushes inside me.

I cry out. My wrists strain against the binds. He doesn’t move yet, lets me adjust.

His jaw tightens, and he cranes his neck back like he’s a man praying for salvation.

I squeeze around his cock and swirl my hips to slide him in deeper.

“OH, FUCKIN’ SORCERY AND BLACK MAGIC! FUCK, RYNNLEE!” He’s already panting, chest heaving. “Your pussy is … SO wet … UGH SO perfect for me. FUCK! You’re brutal, babe. I’m gonna lose control.” He almost looks pained as he pries his eyes open again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s okay, Elias. I trust you. Give me all of you.”

Just like that, he spreads my thighs with his hands and shoves in the rest of the way.

I scream out in agonizing bliss. Shocked by the sheer size of him. The need for him to thrust again is so fiercely urgent that I feel like a crazed hormonal animal.

“So … fucking … tight.” His eyebrows are knitted just as tight.

He slides out a bit, then dives back into me. Unapologetically. His lips worship me in a devious prayer. I never want to stop. Never want anything other than this. Him. Elias. He’s spellbinding. He’s my everything. All at once. It’s thunderous. Phenomenal.

The bed rattles against the wall as he torments me with his greedy, predatory sex. Unrelenting. Like a god. I’ve never felt anything better.

Faster.

Harder.

Amazingly wicked and surreal.

Deep pressure low in my center boils and bubbles, swirling with tension. I may have left this version of reality.

“Fuck, I feel you’re ready, Rynn,” he pants. “Come for me.”

Everything is tense, clenched, ready to burst. His cock plummets deeper than ever and he growls again.

It builds up. Unmanageable. I’m about to hit the peak. My toes curl. Back arches. All I feel is Elias.

“I said come, babe. Now. Right now!”

His hand finds my throat, and he presses softly. That does it. Sets me over the edge of the cliff.

A charge of energy spurts ecstasy all at once. My skin pulses with electric shocks. A blast of euphoria. My soul leaves my body.

“Fuck, yes!” he screams and repositions, so his hands are both by my ears. He pumps even harder, faster. “Good girl, I’m almost there!”

He’s still going. Feels so good. Too good. “Holy shit. More!”

I’m going to come again.

I clench around him. We scream out in unison, his eyes sealing shut. Veins protruding from his neck. Muscles strained. Body sweating. I’ve never seen anyone more gorgeous.

After his cock twitches inside me one, two, three times, his body slackens and his head hangs over my chest.

I really do love him. Completely. A single tear slides down my cheek. These feelings all caught me by surprise. Who knew Elias was going to pound my door down and shove his way back into my life. Lucky me.

The man deserves a damn Olympic medal for that performance. Before he catches his breath, he unties my wrists, then collapses to his side. I don’t have the chance to find strength since he sweeps my back against his chest.

We lay in silence, both panting from exhaustion. I savor the warmth of him cradling me. The comfort I feel in his arms, under his protection, is bliss. I love him. And he loves me. What more could I ask for?

Frustrated meows come from the bathroom, followed by a bang bang bang on the door.

“Poor Goosie,” I barely croak out, my throat dry. “I’ll get him.”

“Not in this lifetime,” Elias groans, kisses my shoulder, then rolls off the bed.

He frees the prisoner from his dungeon and grabs me a bottle of water. Watching him strut around naked and satiated may be my new favorite sight. The hot air smells of thick sex. I kick all the pillows off the bed and spread out wide like a starfish.

Outside a window, an owl hoots, reminding me that the world still exists. That not everyone just experienced three earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasms. How will we ever top that?

“Well, that was …” Elias’s eyes are wide as he sits next to me. “Indescribable.”

“Nicely done, sir.”

I sit up to drink the water. The frigid temperature flows down my throat like liquid gold. With a frown, he gently caresses the red line around my wrists.

“You okay?”

I nod. “Never better.”

“Did it hurt?”

“A little in the beginning. The good kind.”

“You’ll always tell me if it’s too much, right?” he says, staring at his feet.

I turn his chin towards me. “Elias. You’ll never be too much for me to handle because I trust you. I trust you to listen to what I need and respect what I say and ask for. I’m fine and that was … that was … Tinz won’t even believe me.”

One of his eyebrows quirks. “You’re going to brag about me to your friend?”

“Definitely. I should call her now, actually.”

He pokes my side in a tickle. “No way, little Sunflower. You’re mine tonight. I’m going to ask you a thousand questions until you fall asleep on my chest. And do I have permission to slip into you at two am? Because I have every intention of doing so.”

“You do, as long as you kiss me the whole time.”

He nods with a grin. “Hey, I got that water for both of us and you’re hogging it.”

“Am not!”

“It’s almost gone!”

“Well, it’s not my fault! You made me thirsty with all that godly loving!”

“Godly? Do go on …”

I kiss his nose. “Spectacular. Dazzling. Magnificent.”

“I’ll add that to my resume.”

I try to slap him playfully but can’t reach behind me. So, I grab a pillow and swat it over my head. He blocks it and chucks it off the bed.

“Feisty. I must’ve not worn you out too much.”

“Oh, believe me. I won’t be walking straight for days.”

“Maybe I won’t let you out of this bed for days,” he says, tugging me impossibly closer.

It’s refreshing and new that I don’t mind his slick sweat against my back. After a few minutes of cuddling, regulating our bodies, and basking in the moment, he takes a deep breath.

“I think Noah left town for good. I have a gut feeling I’ll never see him again.”

I roll over to face him, our noses almost touching. “What happened?”

“Well, he signed your petition, shockingly. I told him how I felt for once, that I was changing my last name, and then punched him. Yup, that sums it up.”

“You punched him?”

“Yeah, not my most mature moment. But he had it coming.”

“True. So, are you relieved or upset he didn’t stay?”

Elias sighs. “I think if I didn’t find you, I’d still be upset. But you healed the hole in my heart. I’m glad he’s gone. If in the future he wants to make amends, I may give him a chance, but for now, I need this space.”

“That’s fair. I’m proud of you. My courageous lion finding his bravery when I was rotting in jail.”

“You did not rot. You smell so good,” he says, nuzzling his nose into my neck.

“I smell like you.”

“You’re welcome.”

This time, I do give him a little punch.

“Hey now, I was only dazzling because you made me that way. Having sex with you is better than winning Nationals, better than chocolate cake and birthday presents, better than a box full of kittens. Speaking of, we should visit Goosie’s kittens tomorrow. They must miss me terribly.”

“We’ll be busy. Tomorrow is the Halloween festival, and I have to figure out a way to raise money for Tinsley since we won’t win the award. I can’t abandon her.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll become a millionaire and pay you to strip for me every night.”

I quiet him with a kiss—one that I hope lasts for a lifetime.