Page 48 of Witchy Woman

“Watch while you take me, Goldilocks. Watch how perfectly we fit.”

Slowly, he lines us up and lowers me onto him. He feels even bigger somehow from this angle, and I can’t rip my eyes away from the sight of him disappearing inside me.

He’s right. We look perfect.

“If only the whole world could see how stunning you are when you stretch around me. When you pull me in.” He builds a steady rhythm, lifting me up and down as I surrender to the overwhelming pleasure. “If only everyone could see how completely you belong to me. No one would ever think to come near you again.”

I wrap my hand around the back of his head as he bites at my neck, leaving marks I’ll pretend to hate tomorrow.

The scent of sex fills the air, the sounds of our bodies and moans overwhelming the sounds of the world around us.

His fingers come down my chest and twirl around my clit, making my body jerk against his. “I wouldn’t do that, though. God, I could never handle anyone seeing you like this. Promise me no one will.”

I nod, knowing it’s true. “Promise.”

“Good girl. Now cum for me. For us.”

I can only obey. My body erupts in orgasm, heat swirling through every inch of me until I scream. My orgasm triggers his, and the feel of it throws me into another, smaller orgasm.

Witchy shit for the win.

His hands smooth over me as we come down, anchoring me to him and to the present.

“Holy shit,” I murmur, cum dripping onto the base of his cock and the blanket beneath us. “Holy fucking shit.”

“You can say that again,” he chuckles, breathless. He softly pulls out, both of us hissing at the action. “Let me take care of you. Bath?”

“Yeah.”

He lays me back on the bed, brushing the hair off my face in an action that threatens to bring back the earlier tears. I can no longer ignore the devotion this man has for me.

Or the fact that no matter what I say, I’m shit at staying away from him.

The sounds of him puttering around the bathroom, running water for a bath, filter through the ajar door. I don’t trust my legs yet to follow him in there, so I simply lie still, sweat and other things cooling on my skin.

Ash rousesme from the post-sex haze, lifting me into his arms. I wrap around his neck, burying my face into the soft skin there.

He carries me to the bathtub. It’s a deep, large basin with actual clawfoots. I would guess—based on his size and everything else in this damn house—that it’s a custom piece as well.

Without dropping me, he steps into the tub and sits with me still cradled in his arms. “How you feeling, Goldilocks?”

“Like I’m high.”

He chuckles, turning me so his front is to my back. “I’ll take that as a compliment. You set my plant on fire, by the way.”

“I didwhat?!” I try to fly out of his arms, but he holds me tight. “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, you set my plant on fire when you came. Luckily, being an Earth witch, it wasn’t a problem for me to suppress it.”

“How did I not notice a fucking plant on fire?”

Kind of badass, though. I don’t want to risk burning down his house every time we have sex, but it’s kind of cool that I did that.

His chest literally puffs up with pride. “I’m very good at what I do.”

“Your ego didn’t need the boost.”

“Nothing to be done about it now. I’m officially boosted.” He grabs a bar of soap—a kind I’ve seen sold at the market—and forms a lather in his hands. “Now let me finish looking after you and get us to bed.”