Page 47 of Witchy Woman

I stretch languorously, enjoying the way his eyes trail along my skin, unable to choose where to look. “Whatever should I call you then?”

“Ash.” He presses a kiss to my belly button. “Sweetheart.” A kiss to the center of my chest. “Boyfriend.” A kiss to my collarbone. “Soulmate.” A kiss to my lips. So quick I barely have time to respond.

“I don’t—” I swallow the lump of emotion threatening to break through. “I don’t remember agreeing to all that.”

His smile is soft, understanding. “I’m yours, Goldilocks, and you’re mine. Even if you run your perfectly toned ass out of here in the morning and deny us all over again. You and me? We’re inevitable. I’m never going to give up on you.”

Tears well up in my eyes. “Why not?”

“Because despite everything, I know you. I know your heart. And you are more than I ever could have imagined. You are the home I never knew I was looking for.”

“I’ve never been someone’s home,” I whisper, tears spilling onto my cheeks.

A soft chuckle escapes him. “Silly woman. That’s because you’re mine.”

I drag him down, desperation for physical connection overriding any panic that would have emerged from that statement. I want to show him what I’m not ready to voice yet.

That he’s my home, too.

He meets me passion for passion until we’re both panting and ripping at the last of his clothes.

I pause at the sight of him. I knew he was large from the outline in the sweatpants, but the man is actually massive. The largest I’ve seen by at least two inches.

He runs a hand over his cock, gathering the pre-cum at the tip and smoothing it down over the skin. “Something on your mind?”

“No wonder your ego is huge.”

He barks a laugh, opposite hand roaming over my skin. “Appreciate it.”

I pull him back down to me, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades as he teases me, slicking his cock with each slippery slide through my cunt. The very tip of his cock catches on my opening for just a moment before sliding past and bumping my clit again.

The palm of his hand smooths up the back of my thigh, pulling my leg up and against my chest. “Need me to put a condom on?”

I bite my lip at the way he slides again, electric hum zipping up my skin. “No. I’m on the pill.”

“Thank fuck.”

Instead of the dick he’s been teasing me with, I get two fingers curled inside stroking the spot he discovered earlier. Every thrust takes me higher and further away from what I want.

“Just fuck me already, you teasing bastard!”

He just smiles, totally unaffected by my sass. Thankfully he obeys and removes his fingers, lining up with a hand on the base of his cock.

The initial push burns with how thick he is, and then... ina moment, my mind expands, and I can not only feel what I feel, but what Ash is feeling.

Fuck. What’s happening?

The way my cunt wraps around him, how my fingers pull at his hair, how soft my skin is against his chest.

I feel everything.

“I wish you could see, baby. I wish you could see how fucking perfect we look together,” he says, pushing a few more inches in.

The pain and pleasure melt together into a swirling flame that has me pushing my hips to force the rest of him inside me.

“Shit. Wait. C’mere.” In a move I don’t fully register, Ash pulls out, turns me around, and lifts me above his lap.

I open my eyes to a floor-length mirror. I’m in front hovering over Ash’s glistening length, body taut and squirming. He’s behind, his arm muscles bulging as he’s holding me suspended.