Page 108 of Wedded Witch
There’s no urgency, just the steady, patient rhythm of two people finally coming together in the way they were always meant to.
He shifts slightly, his body pressing closer to mine, the heat radiating off him is an inferno of desire that wraps around us.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. “Shall I continue?”
I nod, my throat too tight to speak. I don’t need to say anything. He can feel it, just as I can sense everything he’s trying to convey without words.
He moves slowly, his hands cradling me, his lips soft and searching. He savours every inch of me, as if I’m something precious, something to be treasured.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like I am. I close my eyes, letting myself fall into him, into this. Into us.
His lips find mine again, igniting a fire between us. The kiss deepens, his tongue sliding against mine as I press my body against him, hungry for more.
Heat radiates from him, and it makes me ache with desire. Oland’s hands roam my body, fingers trailing down my sides before gripping my waist tightly, pulling me against him. The hardness of his body sends a thrill through my veins.
“You drive me crazy,” he growls, his lips trailing down my neck, his hot breath sending shivers across my skin. I arch my back, craving more of his touch, urging him to take me.
He kisses a path down to my collarbone, nipping at my skin, and I can’t help but moan softly. I want him—want all of him.
Oland looks up at me, his eyes dark and stormy with desire, and in a swift motion, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pants, pulling them down my legs.
The cool air hits my heated skin, heightening my senses.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze drinking me in as if he can’t get enough. I feel exposed but exhilarated, and the way he looks at me ignites something primal inside.
He leans down, kissing his way back up my thighs, his lips trailing dangerously close to where I want him most. I’m practically panting, my heart racing as I squirm beneath his touch.
“Please, Oland,” I beg, desperation lacing my voice. “I need you.”
He pulls back and I nearly wail with disappointment until he fixes me with a firm stare that has me swallowing nervously.
“Who am I?”
“Mine. My husband. Please.”
With a low growl, he lifts my legs over his shoulders, his mouth finally finding me. The moment he kisses me, it’s electric. I arch my back, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body.
He knows exactly what to do, teasing and exploring, driving me wild with every flick of his tongue. I can’t help but writhe beneath him, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level.
“You taste incredible, wife,” he murmurs against my skin, hunger in his voice. It pushes me over the edge, sending me spiralling into bliss, each wave washing over me like a tidal force. I’m lost in the pleasure, utterly consumed by him.
Just when I think I can’t take any more, he pulls away, his eyes dark with need.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he says, urgency lacing his words. He positions himself between my legs, his body pressing against mine, hard and ready. It makes my heart race. “Are you ready for this?”
“Yes, please,” I breathe, my voice shaky with desire. With one powerful thrust, he enters me, filling me completely. A gasp escapes my lips as he pushes deeper, and the feeling is mind-blowing.
He starts to move, each thrust deliberate and powerful, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, desperate for more.
“God, you feel amazing,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. He picks up the pace, and tension builds between us, a pressure that’s reaching its peak.
Every thrust ignites a fire within me, pushing me closer to the edge. I’m lost in the rhythm of our bodies, feeling the heat of him filling me, consuming me.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, my nails digging into his back as the waves of pleasure begin to crest. He responds with a low growl, driving into me harder, pushing me closer and closer to release.
“Please, don’t stop.”
His rhythm intensifies, each thrust hitting deeper, sending shocks of ecstasy coursing through my veins. My body tightensaround him, a coil ready to snap. He leans down, capturing my lips with his as if to consume my moans, his tongue dancing with mine, igniting the fire even further. I’m lost in the sensation, drowning in the heat of him.