Page 38 of Bedeviled

He undoes my jeans, his magic peeling them and my panties down as he continues to kiss my nipple until I’m writhing against him. His power shucks my clothes away, leaving me bare from the waist down. I must be a sight, one tit out, pants missing.

I cannot find it in me to care.

It’s only when Memnon’s mouth moves to my own and his hand dips between my legs that I drag myself from the moment.

“I’m on my period,” I breathe. I removed my tampon earlier, but it still feels like something I should mention.

Memnon laughs against my lips. “Then I promise I won’t scream when I see blood.”

He lifts me then, my back still braced against the door. I hear his pants unzip while he holds me, and he must be using his magic to undo himself because he hasn’t let me go.

I feel the head of his cock press against my opening.

“Last chance to send me away, wife,” he says. There’s a challenge in his eyes.

We both know I’ve been the one with the reservations.

I link my ankles around his back, my hands delving into his hair. “I don’t want you to go,” I admit.

Time seems to pause as we stare at each other.

Then he sinks into me in one quick motion.

I moan again, this time loud and unrestrained. A full-body shudder runs through me at the full feel of him in me.

His magic swirls around us, thickening right over my clit. It brushes against the bundle of nerves again and again, even as Memnon grips my hips and begins pounding into me.

This isn’t sensual and slow. This is frenetic and wild. I can hear the slick sounds as he hammers into me, the rhythmic slam of the door with each thrust, loud enough to alert the whole fucking building that the witch in room 306 is getting thoroughly railed.

It doesn’t help that each stroke of his cock elicits these small, breathy noises out of me. It’s horribly embarrassing, but I’m too turned on to care.

“I don’t think…this is…the kind of…sex…dirty little secrets…have,” I pant out. At least not the ones who mean to actually keep secrets.

“But it’s the kind you wanted,” Memnon breathes against my ear.

He’s right. This is exactly the kind of sex I’ve wanted for weeks with him—hard and fast, with no emotional intimacy to muddy up the waters.

The only problem is, I don’t think I want this anymore.

“I want to see your eyes,” I say.

I feel him smile against my skin before he pulls away, letting me get a good look at him.

“Better?” he asks.

I nod, swallowing self-consciously.

His eyes soften as he gazes at me. His strokes have slowed and deepened. “Do you want to come like this?” he asks.

I nod, then shake my head, then close my eyes. “I don’t know what I want.”

My head and heart are a bit at odds.

But I must know on some level because when he withdraws a little too far, I tighten my hold around his waist. “Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, opening my eyes.

I sense a thrill rushing through him at my impertinence. “Absolutely nowhere.”

I hold him close, and his eyes don’t leave mine.