Silently, I opened my mouth.
“You sure?” He grunted.
I just kept my lips parted until his hand came up with its invisible contents and a single droplet of sour sugar hit my tongue.
Keeping eye contact, Sully dropped a dose into his own mouth before screwing the bottle shut and tossing it away. It had never been tangible in this fantasy and now bounced on a bed that we couldn’t see, rolling amongst boxes of Euphoria sensors in a villa by the sea.
I waited for the kick and hostile takeover of elixir.
My heart flurried with fear that I would once again be a prisoner in my own body.
However, Sully was right.
This time, it was a heatwave instead of an inferno. It began in my heart and travelled in my bloodstream to my clit. It smouldered instead of burned, it tingled instead of tortured, and I gave myself into it.
I moaned as my need for Sully amplified, and his fantasy made me wish to turn the tables on him. He’d come to me as a bankrupt beggar, believing he was destitute in soul and heart. Instead, he’d traded what he thought he didn’t have and taken mine in return, leaving me with evidence that he wasn’t destitute but rich. Rich in so much affection and commitment.
Falling to my knees, I looked up at him.
“What are you—?” His eyes flared as I reached for the curled-up waistline of his tattered trousers. With swiftness born from lust as well as love, I pulled them down and found his bare erection.
He groaned as I wrapped my fingers around him. His hands dived into my hair as I bent forward and inserted him into my mouth.
I wore a gown of opals and held the power of lightning in my fingertips all while I sucked the cock of my handsome husband.
“Christ, Eleanor.” He thrust into my mouth, his ass clenching and knees locking. “Fucking hell.”
I dug my tongue into the slit at the top, tasting his musk before rubbing the wet length of him down my cheek as I dropped my head to suck his balls.
“Fuck—” He jerked above me, muttering incoherent lusty snarls.
My hand went between his legs, and I pressed on that sensitive spot that I’d heard about but never tried, and I broke the monster I’d married.
“Jesus Christ.” He crashed to his knees, tearing his length from my control. Fisting himself, he shuddered and staved off the first pulses of a climax.
I was hot and wet and itchy and wanting.
Whatever he’d fed us made me lose all inhibition as I crawled onto him, knocking him to the floor.
For a moment, he splayed on his back with me fully gowned on top of him. His hot heavy gaze met mine, and there was a precious, perfect moment of oneness. But then he smirked a vulgar, soul-slicing smile, and he shoved me backward.
I fell to the side, my skirts floating around my legs.
“You think you can rush me, wife?” He stood on his knees, looking down at me. Without looking away, he tore off the ruins of his shirt then dropped his fist to his cock and masturbated blatantly before me. “Your mouth felt too good, Jinx. You almost made me come.”
I groaned and writhed on the floor.
“Is that what you want? Do you want to come?” He dug his thumb into the top of his cock and quaked.
I nodded, shamelessly grasping my breasts through the opals.
“You know what to do then, don’t you?” He continued touching himself, vain and villainous. Switching to his left hand, he commanded, “Get on your knees, get out of that gown, and slide your deliciously drenched pussy onto my fingers.” He held up his right hand, spearing three fingers upward just as he had when we’d first met.
I suffered a full-body quake.
Bands of release threatened to explode just from his crude gesture. Unlike elixir that stripped away my thoughts and control, this new aphrodisiac made me embrace all my badness, my wetness, and sexual power.
With shaking hands, I obeyed him.
Ripping at stitches and tearing at silk, I shoved off velvet and opals then kneeled before him naked. My chest rose and fell, my breathing noisy and needy. And Sully’s savage stare corrupted me as I crawled to him, balanced on one knee then raised one foot to spread my legs.
I bared myself before him, utterly graphic and bold.
“Goddammit, woman, you’ll give me another fucking heart attack.” Sully reached for me, but I snagged his wrist and guided his hand toward me.
I rubbed his fingers through the lust dampening my inner thighs, then with our stare locked together, I inserted his fingers inside me.
He wasn’t prepared for what happened.
Neither was I.
The moment his fingers penetrated my pussy, I ignited and shattered in sparks. The magic in my blood, that he’d coded and created, exploded outward in golden bolts. My insides rippled around his intrusion, my back bowed, my mouth opened, and I came apart as a woman and as his so-called witch.