Page 84 of Witchy Woman

The sounds he pulls from me make it hard to maintain the kiss. It’s more of a sloppy press and heavy breathing, but it’s so good.

Too good.

“Enough.” I yank at his jeans, undoing the button and zip lightning fast. “No more teasing.”

“Thought you liked it when I tease you till you beg,” he murmurs, nipping at my lip.

I press and pull until he gets the hint and he’s finally bare before me. “Not tonight. I need you.”

He doesn’t need to ask if I’m sure, he knows I am. In one smooth, hard thrust he’s buried inside me, and I explode like a firework.

The combination of his feelings and my own desire flood my brain, hurtling me over the edge almost painfully quickly. It’s sharp and only further deepens my desperation.

There is no relief.

“I could watch you cum underneath me and do nothing else for the rest of my life.”

“Better—” I gasp for air “—better get cracking then.”

Competitiveness flares in his eyes as he braces himself on the smooth butcher block countertop. From this angle, I get the perfect view of him towering over me.

I swear he made the counter this height for this exact reason.

He takes both of my hands in his, stretching them above my head and elongating my body beneath him. The other hand anchors the small of my back, pressing me even closer.

My clit rubs against the smattering of dark hair covering his pubic bone, sending an aftershock of electricity sparking through my body.

“That’s it.” He thrusts hard. “Give me everything.”

His pace quickens, his roughness only increasing as he breaks down every single piece of me and puts them back together again.

The kitchen erupts in the sounds of our coupling. In the smack of skin against skin, in the chorus of frantic moans I can’t keep inside. In the words of love and sex dripping from Ash’s mouth.

It’s a cacophony of us.

“This is just round one. I’m going to keep fucking you until the sun rises and you have to leave. I want you to smell me on your skin while you get ready and know that I’m in your corner. That I have you.”

A single tear runs down my cheek even as the wave of pleasure rises.

I love you, Ash. Please forgive me.

Chapter 38

Unrepentant

Ash makes good on his promise. We sleep between rounds three and four for about two hours, and that’s the only sleep I get until I slip out of bed at five a.m.

We agreed to do this at sunrise—when Elizabeth cast her spell—so I have to be home by then. I pull on my clothes in the kitchen after pressing a kiss to Ash’s forehead.

He’s a deep sleeper normally, but this morning? He’s practically dead to the world.

Just as I hoped he’d be.

I may be vicious, I may calculated, I may have fucked my soulmate into a sex coma so he wouldn’t come after me.

But I’m also unrepentant.

The drive home is quiet. A thick layer of snow fell last night after I arrived at Ash’s, but the morning is clear. The sun will shine today.