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

“My role? I only wanted answers to the questions that have plagued me. I was compelled to come here by them. That's not fair, laying the blame on me.”

“Prophecies don't lie, Rena.”

“No, but they are misinterpreted all the time. Why do you think I have a job?” Her body trembled with her words, her voice catching in her throat. “You're being a damned fool letting your so-called curse rule you instead of—”

“Please don't do that, Rena. I can't take it.”

She saw the concern, raw and vivid, blazing in his eyes.

“What are you talking about now?” she sobbed. It was all too much. She wasn't sure she could take another reproach from him. Her own anger dissipated quickly as she sorted through his emotions. Somehow she was linked to his fear for his family and his internal struggle broke her heart.

“Your tears, baby. They're killing me.” His hand swept across her cheek to wipe a tear she didn’t know had fallen. She turned her head into his hand wishing it were her body curling into his. Her overwhelming need to comfort this man rode her hard. She wanted to prove to him that she would never cause him or his family harm.

Her lips brushed his palm with a whisper of a kiss. The heat she found there seeped through her as lust curled tight in her belly.

“This can’t happen again. Whatever this even is.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what to believe.” The incredible sadness in his voice broke her. She no longer cared that she was tied to his bed. Only that her body ached for his.

“Graelen, please.”

“I know, Rena. I feel it, too. This incredible pull… I need you. But more importantly, I need it on my terms.” His voice lowered yet somehow sounded firmer, more in control. “Can you give me that? Do you want to?” Instinctively she knew exactly what he wanted and her body wept to do exactly as told. To others he may appear calm and cold, but his emotions churning inside told her the real story.

“Yes, sir.” Her voice so low she wondered for a moment if she'd spoken the words out loud, until she noticed the wry grin he tried to hide.

“Be sure, baby. Because despite my reservations about you and your motives, I plan to have you every way that a man like me can.”

A chill swept over her at his words, hardening her nipples to tight peaks. Her reaction to him didn't go unnoticed as his hands reached for her breasts. He pinched and rolled the tips tightly with a constant increase of pressure and pain streaking through them as he tortured her nipples. She bit her bottom lip, attempting to stop her cries, but a low moan escaped.

“You want this, Rena, don't you?” She hesitated a moment. “Tell me. Tell me what you need, baby.” Instead of waiting for her answer, his hands stroked down her belly, heightening her arousal to a fever pitch as her body screamed and ached for more. When his fingers slipped through the dark curls surrounding her sex, the muscles clenched in anticipation of that first touch. Liquid fire pooled between her lips, readying her for his thrusts.

Bypassing her aching bud, he slid through her moist folds, spreading her cream across her flesh. “Dear Goddess, Rena, you are so fucking ready for me.” Without further warning two fingers were roughly thrust into her passage, setting off a storm of sensation against her sensitive tissue.

“Oh. Oh. Please.” Her fingers flexed in an instinct to grab a hold of him, stopped by the rope. Her muscles quivered as the build up gathered around the fingers he ruthlessly continued to glide into her flesh.

“Please what, baby?” His strokes taunted her continuously as she wriggled and fought the bonds trying to rub her clit against his hand.

“Take me. Use me. Fuck me.”

A deep smile crossed his face as his devilish intent sparkled in his eyes. He removed his fingers from her body, leaving her close to coming with no immediate relief apparent. “No. Oh, Graelen, please, please don't stop.” She heard her own needy cries trembling from her lips, yet nothing could have kept her from begging. Her cheeks burned with equal parts humiliation and exhilaration.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, revealing a strength and power in his muscled torso she had only imagined the first time. His tawny skin rippled over the bunched muscles as he unfastened his pants, letting them fall to the ground. His boxer briefs strained under the pressure of his engorged cock, the tip of which was visible at the edge of the waistband. Her heart beat frantically in her chest at the sight when his fingers dove to the waistband, shoving his briefs along the smooth muscles of his thighs.

The thick shaft jutting heavy from the dark patch of hair as he approached her riveted Rena. Before she even had time to wonder what it would feel like in her mouth, he covered her body with his own, nudging the head of his cock against her slick opening. She gasped her pleasure as she bucked her hips upward, attempting to lodge him deeper. Instead he eased back onto his knees, removing his cock from her pussy. She whimpered in agony at the loss.

His feisty historian was making him crazy. The blazing heat of her pussy almost more than he could bear. Goddess, he couldn’t remember ever feeling this out of control. Not even as a teenager. Good thing she was still tied up or there would be no stopping her. The little whimpers and moans escaping from her plump lips went straight to his head, not to mention the need rippling through his balls. More. He had to have more. Holding back was simply not an option any longer. He needed to come and come hard. In slow motion he pushed inside, savoring the tight muscles that parted for him. The pleasure