Page 102 of This Witch Is Not Wicked

Godwitches. I needed him so badly.

He stared at me in awe, then a feral look flashed in his eyes as he pushed me back onto the bed. I fell onto the mattress while he stood over me, cock straining against his trousers.

His gaze slowly traveled from my head to my breasts, where they lingered for quite some time. “You’re so impossibly beautiful.”

“You’ve seen me naked before, you know.”

“Not like this,” he said, and I knew what he meant because it was what I’d been thinking just moments ago. “This is different.”

“Yes,” I agreed, trying to hold back tears. I would not cry when we were about to have sex.

He lifted his suspenders and let them fall at his sides, and my breath hitched in anticipation of seeing him, too, fully naked and vulnerable and wanting me.

“Are you going slow on purpose?” I asked as he fumbled with his shirt buttons. “You were quick to undo my buttons, but now you’re taking forever with yours.”

He huffed out a laugh. “That’s because undoing your buttons meant I got to see you naked.”

“Well, undoing yours means you get to fuck me.”

He choked, but my statement was effective, and his fingers started working a bit quicker.

Finally he stretched his shirt off. I wished he was on top of me so I could trace the muscles of his shoulders and arms and stomach like he’d gotten to with me.

“Come here.” I perched myself on my elbows as he undid his trousers and yanked them off.

I admired his hard length. It was thick and veined, a bead of moisture glistening on the tip. I wanted to feel him in my mouth. I wanted to feel him everywhere.

He dropped over me, caging his arms around my shoulders. “Is this better?”

I wriggled under him, arching my pelvis so that his hard length slid toward my entrance. We both gasped. “Godwitches, yes.”

It amazed me that I’d been alive thousands of years but had never felt so loved, so wanted, before. I’d never thought this would happen for me.

“Hey.” Nevan thumbed my cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I said truthfully. “I’m better than I’ve been in a long time.”

His gaze softened, and he leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. “Me too.”

I guess I’d just needed the right person to knock down my walls, and now all I wanted was to share everything with him. Not to get it over with or to make sure he was okay with it all. I wanted him to know everything about me just like I wanted to know everything about him.

He trailed his fingers over my nipples, and I gasped at the sensation. His eyes danced as he dragged his finger to the amulet hanging between my breasts. He stopped for moment.

“Is that what this actually is?” He lifted the amulet between us. “Does it have to do with your magic?”

I nodded. “When the godwitches still walked this earth, magic was infinite. It didn’t belong to the world. It belonged to us, and we used it to benefit mortals. Then the godwitches left, and this amulet appeared around my neck. It was full at first, but as I’ve used my magic over the centuries, it’s drained.”

He let out a strangled choking noise.

“What?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

“You saying things like ‘centuries’ so casually is going to take some getting used to.”

I rolled my eyes.

“What happens when it drains completely?”

I shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure. But I think it’ll mean I’m mortal.”