Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance), Eliza Gayle [books suggested by bill gates txt] 📗

“Tell me what you need.” There was no way to hold back the harsh demand.

“I need you.” Her voice shook on the answer.

Yes, tonight she would be his. But first, he needed to get control of himself. Every time he touched her the energy he got from her mixed with his magick, leaving him with an uncontrollable urge to get closer, to touch her, to fuck her. As if he could become one with her.

She chose that moment to wriggle her tight jean clad ass against his burgeoning cock effectively cutting his thin thread of control. “You shouldn't have done that, baby.” Before she could even whimper a response he gripped the waist of her jeans and deftly unfastened them, then yanked them down around her ankles. Her sharp intake of breath only fueled his desperate actions as he grabbed her waist and flipped her around, seating her on top of the table and pinning her hands behind her back.

His lips swooped down to hers, feeding on her taste and the power they created together. He thrust his tongue deep in the hot cavern of her mouth. The sensation was like a drug oozing into his system, luring him to take what he wanted. Any way he wanted.

With one hand he forced his own pants open, relieving the pressure of confinement as his cock enlarged. He slid his hands between her silken legs, spreading them enough for him to fit his hips into the vee of her thighs. When his crown touched her engorged clit her hips jerked and a low moan sounded in her throat. Hunger for more drove him to her breasts again to nip at her succulent skin. His teeth grazed and bit all around the soft creamy flesh. A particularly hard bite had her hips pushing against his length as soft cries and pleas came from her.

“Tell me again you want it, baby.” He looked down into her molten eyes to watch her response. Her breath came in hard pants as the tips of her teeth gripped her lip. “Rena. Tell me. Tell me you want my cock inside you. Tell me now or I’ll stop.”

She cast her eyes downward, a tiny little whimper rolling from her lips when she tried to speak.

“Look at me, Rena. Don't turn away. Tell me.”

“Yes.” A mere whisper touched his ears. But it wasn't enough. He wanted her to speak the words. His own need to hear her submission kept him from sinking deep into her slick folds.

“What, Rena? Tell me. Tell me what you want.” He hesitated a moment. “Say it.”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me, Graelen. Fuck me now!”

As the last of the words left her mouth, Graelen slammed his cock deep into her wet, warm pussy. Tight heat wrapped around him, threatening the last of his sanity. Without hesitation he withdrew to the tip and thrust in again, lifting her ass off the table and her pussy further onto his cock.

His control completely lost, he continued to bury himself over and over again. He pumped hard with little thought of anything other than the fist tight grip of her body that held him with every plunge of his hips.

As his orgasm built within his body, his movements quickened and he lost his grip on Rena's arms. Her hands wrapped around his ass and urged him to take her even harder. All the while, her whimpers and moans told him just how close she was to coming herself. He was faintly aware of knickknacks falling from the table and wall around them, but was too lost in his pleasure to care.

His balls tightened painfully against his body as Rena screamed and writhed when her orgasm ripped through her. Her muscles clamped harder around his cock, forcing his own orgasm to suddenly explode from his body. He gripped her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her slender neck as he pistoned his hips with the urgent need to come deep in her body.

When Graelen was able to release her hair she slumped forward against his chest. Her breath kissed his skin with every pant for air. He wrapped his arms protectively around her as he soothed her, and worried if he'd been too rough. His needs were straightforward to a man like him, but likely confused a woman as soft as her. He slid his fingers through her silky hair, breathing in her incredibly unique scent now mingling with the smells of great sex.

Within moments her breathing slowed to a nice steady rhythm and he realized she had drifted off. Smiling, he gently swung her into his arms to carry her to his bed. She needed to rest, because when she woke his already hardening cock would demand more from her. He may not understand exactly what they had between them, but he was far from sated.

He looked down at her forgotten bags and saw one of his family's Tarot cards had fallen from her pack.

Stolen. Betrayed.

The implication of that card lying there slammed into him as common sense flooded his head, forcing him out of fantasy land and into the here and now, which meant her presence here was destined to destroy what was left of his family. An occurrence he wouldn't—couldn’t allow.

Anger simmered to the surface as he considered how easily a sweet face and sensual body had lured him. Whatever her game, she’d managed to grab the upper hand right under his nose. Well, he would show her what happened to women like that. When she awoke she'd be shocked to see that she was no longer in control. Instead she would have to face one pissed off witch.

Chapter Four

Rousing from a deep sleep, Rena's lids fluttered open. Disoriented, she tried to remember how and when she fell asleep or even where she was. With a slight movement of her hips she groaned at the tight, aching pains of her body. Dawning swept over her as she