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Heir of the Coven (Daughters of the Warlock 3)

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I glanced up at him. He was staring down at me, an intense look of concentration etched into every line on his face. He didn’t know what I was going to do, what I was going to say. It made him hesitant, unsure, and it made me feel more powerful than I expected to, especially dealing with a warrior like him.

“Can I...?” I asked, gesturing to him. I felt silly asking. I was sure more experienced girls didn’t, they just took what they wanted into their own hands. But I wanted to make sure. I didn’t want to scare him. I still wanted to be sensitive to his own inexperience. He wasn’t used to the overwhelming sense of love I felt for him—or wanted to make him feel in this moment.

“Can you... what?” he asked, his voice strangled.

My face that heated. I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t know how to put it in words. So, I just wrapped my hand around his length and bent my head to taste him.

A loud groan sounded in the air as I explored him with my hands and tongue. His texture, his taste, his everything. Though he was rock solid, his skin was soft and clearly sensitive. Each time I swirled my tongue on the under his tip, he sucked in air and a shudder ripped through his body.

I enjoyed a moment of feminine satisfaction, knowing I was pleasing my lover.

Then I was picked up and thrown onto the bed.

“Oof,” I said as I bounced on the mattress and my head landed on the pillow.

I laughed as he prowled over the top of me, his heat enveloping me.

“This was supposed to be my turn to explore you,” I pointed out, though I wanted him to know I was most definitely not complaining.

I smiled up at him and ran my hands up his strong arms.

He lay down on my body and thrust against me, showing me how aroused he was.

I gasped as an answering reaction rippled through my head.

He growled down at me. “I could take you right now. You’ve explored me enough.”

I giggled as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “Then take me.”

He shook his head. “You’re not ready.”

I certainly felt ready, but when he pulled back, flicked his fingers to the side and my underwear disappeared, I laughed. I’d forgotten he hadn’t even begun to touch me yet. I had been so wrapped up in everything I felt during my exploration of him, I forgot about myself. I wondered if he felt the same way when we were together last time and it was he who was doing the exploring.

So maybe I wasn’t writhing with desire quite yet...

He pulled away and I put my arms out to him, wanting him down with me, back on top of me.

Instead, he pressed a lingering kiss to my lips, then moved south, placing kisses in a trail of where he decided to venture to.

To the tips of my breasts, to my aching belly, and lower.

He loved me as I’d tried to love him, until I was twisting and turning and crying out for him to finally join us together.

When he finally did, I welcomed him into my body with as much relief as it was perfect bliss. My arms wrapped around him. My fingers sunk into his skin. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and I did as well.

There was something about us being connected like this, something that insisted on it being right and true and absolutely pure.

Our bodies moved together in a primal, animalistic dance. His lips never left mine. At one point, there was a strong sensation in me to want to breathe but I didn’t want to break the kiss. His thrusts pushed me higher, invoking beautiful responses in every part of me.

I dug my nails into his back as he moved faster, his teeth biting into my shoulder as he grunted with his own desire.

I wrapped my legs around his back, holding him as tightly as possible as I reached my peak. When I did, I cried out, gasping out my pleasure as he flooded me with his.

His groan in my ear sent a fresh wave of ecstasy through my body as I heard his pleasure match my own.

When he stopped moving and rolled onto his side, I clung like a limpet on a rock, refusing to be separated from him. I was desperate. I craved his warmth, his body.

I met his gaze and smiled. “Thank you,” I murmured. I felt silly for thanking him, but it felt like the right thing to say. “That was so perfect.”



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