The WitchSlayer (Witch Bound, #1)

by Opal Reyne

How could he make her feel this way? Why did holding his piercing gaze make her so desperate to stay connected to him? It was fire, it was sizzling. It swirled in her chest and made her squeeze her thighs tighter around him so he couldn’t break away.

She could feel her back scraping against the ground, while the evidence of her orgasms was loud with the wet slapping sound of his body hitting against hers.

She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as she was. He was angry, taking her against the cold hard ground, but she relished in every second of it. Amalia adored it.

His body shuddered so violently that his hands lifted hers from the ground when his back bowed. It seemed his orgasm was

ripped from him and was clutching at him desperately as the corded muscles in his neck tightened and became prominent.

Then he fell forward, releasing her wrists to lean against the ground on his hands and knees above her. His breaths were panted and strained while his head was tilted so far fo...

Then he lowered himself to crash his lips against hers. One of his hands kneaded her breast while his thumb flicked the pink bud before he swirled the entire mound in his palm. The other gripped her bottom and lifted her so he could grind against her clit again.

What had been a softening erection started to harden against her already. “More,” he demanded, moving away to lick the lobe of her ear before he bit it. Tingles ran across her scalp. “Fuck. I need more of you.” His

“I will have you again, Amalia. I am going to fuck you all night until all I can think about is this wonderful fucking pussy around me,” he told her, right before he sunk his hard cock back inside her.

swollen core

contracted around that tremendous, hot pressure.

Yes. Whatever h...

She will be mad at me, Rurik thought as he lay at the entryway to her alcove.

She

He couldn’t remember how many times he filled Amalia’s body with his seed. He lost count while he vented his pain and anger out on her body in a tangled mix of emotions, both hateful towards the world and lust-filled towards her.

“You are covered in the evidence of me touching you. Are you truly to tell me you wish to be bashful still?” “You really are a perverted Dragon, are you not?” He was still waiting.

“For you, yes. Now, lower the furs. I wish to see.” His

Dear heavens. She is lucky I do not shift and take her again now.

He will let me use magic again, she thought while soaking in the warmth of

This is quite erotic having him watch me like this.

Perhaps I am the perverted one? She almost giggled to herself.

blew a ring of fire above his head before he chanted the word he needed, and it came back to encase him. A moment later, he was human and walking towards her. He was hard, his thick shaft jutting from between his hips like a pillar of strength and proof of his dominating manhood. “Wait.” He didn’t.

His mouth was rough, and she released the tiniest moan when she returned it.

“Get out of the water,” he said between hurried kisses.

“I need to heal and rest, Dragon. You were very rough with me before.” “I do not think I will be able to wait that long,” he muttered, licking the seam of his lips to taste her own. Then his eyes trailed down her body, and she saw his cock pulsate and bob. “Are you usually impatient?” Her eyes didn’t leave his shaft, inspecting it since she hadn’t seen it before.

The head was broad and such a dark shade of pink. His cock was long, and she thought if she were to wrap her hand around it, her fingers would barely be able to contain the thickness of it.

Has that really been ...

“Yes, I do not like to wait for things that I want.”

do not trust you with that thing.” She gestured to his obviously straining erection. “Leave and find clothing. I will do the same.” “You are a wicked tease.”