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

The dark edge of control in his voice shivered against the length of her body, and she ached to give in to it. “You need to let me go.”

“No.” His lips crashed down on hers, hard and rough, his tongue thrusting its way into her mouth. The taste of magick flooded her and the tiny shred of control she’d been grasping at broke free. She pulled her arms loose and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling him tighter against her mouth, her teeth scraping and biting his lips. Noah bit back and rolled her to the side, fighting with her for control. Her lips stung against his assault and her pussy dripped with arousal the rougher Noah’s movements grew.

The tightness in her chest loosened as the beast in her once again fought to unfurl. Yes, this was what she needed. Rougher, harder. Her freed leg wrapped around his hip, opening her to him and angling his cock right up against her pussy. Even with the fabric of his sweats between them, his heat and hardness rubbed her clit with delicious friction. She bucked her hips against him, pushing his back against the floor and leaving her straddled over him.

She pinned his arms down with her hands and rode his cock, drenching his pants. Dark laughter rumbled from his chest as the crest of release grabbed her by surprise and sent her hurtling into the abyss of pleasure. She cried out and bucked, unable to control her movements. Before she could recover or utter a coherent word, her body was flipped to the floor and she found herself being put on all fours by Noah.

“Please, Noah, hurry, I need to—”

“I know, baby. Me, too.”

She heard the rustle of Noah removing his pants and settling in behind her, thigh to thigh, his hot cock nestled tightly between. She whimpered when he pulled back and he no longer touched her. Frustrated, she pushed back to reach him and the head of his cock slipped between her moist folds and into her tight channel.

“Eager, aren’t you?” His hand grasped her shoulder and he drove himself forward with a strong, jolting thrust. Jessie’s body burned as it accommodated him, forcing her to take deep gulps of air. Wanting even more, she slid forward a few inches and he pulled her back by the shoulder, again burying himself to the hilt.  She continued her movements until the give and take became so fast and rough it was difficult to tell who did what. He pounded into her as she met him thrust for thrust, pushing him for more, always more. More pain. More pleasure.

With his tip rasping across her g-spot, he threw her into orgasm after orgasm until she no longer knew when one stopped or started. Her hair plastered to her sweat soaked skin as he took her over and made her his. Relief and satisfaction roiled through her in the knowledge that this man understood more than any what she really needed and that he wanted the same for himself. Her sex clenched hard and he groaned behind her, driving deeper, hurting her more, giving her just what she needed.

“Fuck, Jessie, I can’t stop it, I have to fuck you hard. Even harder.” He slammed into her.

“Yes, Noah. Oh, Goddess, I need it.”

With Noah’s next hard thrust he tensed and groaned, splashing her with a new heat, while her own final climax burned over her. She shook from the intensity of it, collapsing forward onto the floor. Noah slipped from her body.

“Jessie.”

She turned her sleepy eyes toward him, her heart beat harder at the emotion she saw there.

“You are it for me. The one I have to have.”

Before she could respond, piercing alarms sounded from everywhere in the house. Noah jumped up and pulled his sweats on as he did.

“What’s going on? What happened?” she yelled, but she knew there was no way he heard her over the racket. He punched in a code in a panel in the wall she didn’t even know was there. With great relief the alarms silenced and he disappeared into his office. She followed him inside, staring in amazement at the array of electronic gadgets covering the room. Multiples screens on the walls, computers covering the desks, cabinets full of weapons and a gigantic safe in the corner.  This was obviously the heart of this house and Noah had prepared for any possible scenario.

She walked up behind him as he scanned the various screens that showed every corner of his property and parts of the swamp surrounding it. “What’s going on? Is someone here? Did Scott find us?”

He turned and looked at her, his gaze roaming up and down her still nude frame. “You might want to get some clothes on, we are about to have company.”

“Who is it?” She glanced frantically from screen to screen. “Where are they, I can’t see anyone.”

“Relax, Jessie. It’s my brother Denn, I can feel him.  And I imagine he won’t be alone. So, unless you plan to greet them like that…” He smacked her on the ass, surprising her.

“Hey.” She laughed. “I’m going.”

She hustled back to the bathroom and grabbed up her bag and headed for the bathroom. Surely she had enough time to take a shower before they got here. She couldn’t wait to see her brother again, and she wanted to meet Raven, the woman who had captured both Denn and Jake. She’d been a little surprised when Noah had told her what was up with Jake, but she didn’t care as long as her brother was happy.

In the shower with the hot water sliding across her skin, she thought of Noah and what he’d said right before they’d been interrupted. Her breath hitched at the implications as she realized she was in more trouble than ever. She needed to tell him, and do it before his family got here.

She hurried out of the shower and threw on some clothes, putting her hair in a ponytail, and headed back to his office to talk with him. She found the room empty