With This Witch by Isla Winter

Author:Isla Winter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Isla Winter

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Lachlan

Hades, help me.

Petra tastes better than he could have ever imagined. He would spend the rest of his days here, in this moment, if he could. Already, he knows he will never get enough of her, of his face between her legs, of her taste on his tongue.

She runs her hands through his hair, grasping it and directing his head exactly where she wants it as he dips his tongue into her molten center and then licks up her folds. He flattens his tongue and pushes it against her swollen clit; she moans above him. She grinds her hot pussy into his eager face as she seeks release.

He slides three fingers into her slick entrance and feels her instantly clench around him.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

He slowly slides his fingers out and then plunges them back in forcefully, hooking them slightly once fully seated to reach her pleasure center.

She sinks into his face again, placing her hands on the couch arm above his head and yells out, “Fuck me, yes!” She comes on his fingers, clenching tightly while he enthusiastically thrusts them, sucking on her clit, and holding her in place with his free hand so she can’t pull away. No, he wants her to feel every bit of this release.

He withdraws his fingers before her legs can give out, wraps both arms around the back of her legs, and swings her down onto her back while shifting himself up and out of the way.

He has never seen a more beautiful sight than her in this moment, spent, flushed, and satisfied. He leans over top of her and kisses her neck. She doesn’t shy away from him, even though he is still glistening with her juices. No. She wraps her legs around him and pulls his face to hers, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his lips.

“That… was something,” she says, pulling back enough so he can look into her eyes. There’s something there, but he can’t place it.

She raises a hand to one of his horns and wraps it around it, stroking it slowly. Carefully.

“What does this feel like?” she asks.

Not that his horns have made many appearances in his sexual adventures, but he’s never had anyone ask when they had.

“It feels amazing. Like sparks firing on every nerve,” he murmurs, leaning into her touch.

“Hmm. I know that feeling,” she laughs softly.

“Oh? Do tell.” Lachlan resumes kissing her neck, pulling her sweater down to expose her shoulders and collarbone as he follows their path.

She places her hands on his chest and pushes him back, stopping him. Before he can ask if she is okay, she grips the bottom of her sweater in her hands, pulling it over her head, exposing her bare chest.

She’s perfect.

She smirks as she looks back at him. “You’re drooling, turtle dove.”

He’s pretty sure she’s joking, but he wipes his hand along his mouth anyway, and while he wipes away wetness, he is positive there is no drool. To prove his point he licks her remnant fluids from his fingers.

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