Some Like it Wicked

His eyes turned molten as he murmured, “Bryanna, tell me what you want.”

“You,” she whispered.

With a look that belonged to the devil himself, Zeke didn’t hesitate; he leaned in and sealed his mouth over hers. Cupping her face in his strong hands, he licked his tongue across her mouth and she opened for him.

The demon had mastered the art of kissing. Every soft swipe of his tongue and gentle press of his lips against hers made her pussy ache. As if he read her need, he nudged her thighs open and closed in on her body. His hard cock pressed against her sensitive clit and she squirmed against him, overwhelmed by desire.

He gave a final swirl of her tongue before he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. At the sting of sensual pain rushing through her, she quivered and her panties were now uncomfortably wet. She rubbed her clit against his cock and flickers of heat rushed into her mound, making her moan.

With a deep chuckle, he broke the kiss and stared intently into her eyes. “Are you ready to play with fire, little witch?”

“Make me burn.”

Chapter Four

Zeke didn’t know what had cemented Bryanna’s decision to act on her desires, but he didn’t care. The lust burning in her gaze was what mattered to him. Trailing his finger along the same path he had made with the flower, he slid his touch up her silky arm and little shivers escaped her. He kept his gaze fixated on her and he wouldn’t dare take his eyes off her now, not when the remnants of her reservations had vanished.

The stroke of the flower had been a purposeful move and he suspected caressing her element against her creamy flesh would arouse her. Perhaps that simple gesture was what pushed her over the edge, making her forget he was a demon. Or maybe no one had touched her in that manner before. He assumed it was the latter and he would happily touch her any way she wanted.

Once at her shoulder, he danced his fingers along her collarbone, then trailed over the curve of her breast. Her eyes fluttered closed and her cheeks flamed beautifully as a soft whisper spilled from her lips. Even to be touched in such a manner seemed foreign to her, only confirming to him that he needed to progress at a slow pace.

She was using him right now to make herself feel better and he wasn’t blind to that fact. Not that he minded, he’d take whatever time she granted him. As he continued to explore her flesh, his cock hardened to steel in his pants. “You’re a very beautiful witch, Bryanna.”

Her long sigh followed, as well as a sexy little shiver.

This witch seemed destined to be touched by him. Every move he made, she responded. Every breath she took ended on a low moan. He couldn’t stand the distance any longer and brought his mouth to hers.

Even how she kissed him wasn’t awkward or uneducated, but she simply allowed him to lead the way and accepted what he gave to her. She, beneath his mouth, made him want to do wicked things. Not steal souls, but do wicked things to her.

She wiggled against him and his cock strained against the zipper in his pants, reminding him he wasn’t nearly as naked as he wanted. He allowed her to stroke her clit against his hard dick, making her pussy wet and hot for him.

Soon, though, he became impatient in his own need and broke the kiss. He trailed kisses along her chin to her neck, where he nibbled her flesh, searching for her secret spots. Her flowery yet earthy scent rushed through his nostrils and the feel of her warm skin against his mouth stirred a low growl from his throat.

A tug on his shirt indicated she’d grabbed him and then her fingers were against his stomach, exploring his torso. He tensed as her sweet hands stroked him, learning all the valleys of his muscles.

Sliding her hands over his chest, she made her way gingerly up to his shoulders and her touch was beyond pleasure. She didn’t simply feel him, she explored, as if she were imprinting his body to her memory. Needing more of her caresses and wanting to show her what she admired, he backed away and removed his shirt.

Her eyes blazed. “Blessed Be.”

Licking her lips, she traced along every curve of his arms, as if she were blind and needed the visual. Zeke wasn’t blind and he had run out of patience. He wouldn’t wait any longer to see every beautiful inch of her. “You’ve had your fun,” he stated. “Now it’s my turn.”

With a naughty twinkle in her eyes, she lowered her hands and turned sideways on the swing. A light breeze swept through her garden, rustling the flowers and also her long hair. He gathered her long locks and placed them over her shoulder. Trailing his finger down her neck to the bottom of her corset, he hurried to untie it. He had found putting it on her incredibly arousing; now he cursed the damn garment.

After what seemed to be a lifetime, he finally pulled the ribbon away from the hole in the back and the corset fell forward onto her lap. Without pause, she turned to face him and his gaze drifted to her breasts.

He groaned.

“Do you like what you see?”

He heard a slight nervousness in her voice, but she had no reason to be shy. Her perky breasts were a perfect handful, just how he liked it. “I do indeed.” Unable to stop himself, he cupped her breasts, then slid his touch toward her tiny, taut nipples. As he pinched the buds between his fingers, she gasped, arching into his hold.

Understanding her reaction completely, since he hung on the very edge of his control, he dropped his hands. “Stand up.”

She complied and her dark hair fell over her shoulders, curtaining those breasts. The dangerous, demonic side of him wanted to rip the remainder of her clothing off, flip her over in the swing, and pound into her ruthlessly from behind. But no, Bryanna needed—deserved—more than that. At least the first time he fucked her. The second time, he wouldn’t make such a promise.

With his head directly in front of her crotch, he yanked her closer and then reached around and lowered the zipper on her skirt. He pulled the fabric over her hips and let it fall to the ground, paying it no attention. His entire focus centered on her black lace panties and how beautiful she looked in them. Too bad he didn’t intend to keep her in them long.

“Simply sinful,” he murmured.