Bewitch(24)

She held it out to him. He swiped it from her and cleaned up the mess on his stomach, and then retreated to the bathroom. He flicked the light on, revealing a dull grey tiled room, and a mirror and vanity unit directly in front of him. He wet the cloth under the tap, and started cleaning himself in earnest.
Payne paused to stare at the red marks that littered his torso.
He felt sick.
What did she think of him now?
He wasn’t even sure what he thought about himself. There was something wrong with him. Messed up. She had hit the nail on the head with that one. His right arm throbbed and he dropped the cloth and held it, fighting to stem the flow of pain as it leached from his heart, poisoning him and turning his thoughts black. Payne closed his eyes and struggled against the surge of memories. Tears stung his eyes. He clamped his teeth together so hard they creaked but it didn’t stop the darkness from rising within him, tearing him apart inside.
“Payne?” Her soft voice swept around him, warm and gentle, like a lover’s caress.
He hadn’t heard her enter. She caught him off guard and before he could think about the consequences, he looked over his shoulder at her. Her beautiful silvery eyes softened and her eyebrows furrowed. He could see himself reflected in her eyes and he ached to know what she thought as she looked up at him in silence. What did she think of the lost male standing naked in her bathroom, scored by a whip, broken by his past, his soul stained black with blood?
She lifted her delicate hand and laid it on his cheek, and gently pressed, silently commanding him to turn and face her. He followed without hesitation, coming to stand before her, unable to mask the pain in his heart.
“Do you want to stop? Because I was hoping you would pleasure me again,” she whispered and he wondered if he had ever heard sweeter words. They spoke to his soul and soothed his hurt, chasing the darkness from his heart and his mind.
She didn’t despise him or think him broken, a male she wanted nothing to do with. She still desired him.
Payne shook his head, slipped his right hand around the nape of her neck and tilted her head back. He dipped his head and kissed her, telling her that he wanted this to continue, whatever this was. He needed to be with her, needed to drown in her and have all of her, starting with this kiss.
She settled her hands on his chest, slanted her head and deepened the kiss, sweeping her tongue along his bottom lip before tangling it with his. Elation crashed through him, bringing bliss in the wake of it that was so strong that it threatened to overwhelm him.
Elissa drew back, a smile on her kiss-swollen lips. “You get that one for free, but the next one you have to work for. Got it?”
Payne nodded. He understood. If he obeyed her, she would reward him with a brief moment in control.
He followed her from the bathroom and she motioned to the bed. He mounted it and lay where he had been before, but this time she didn’t bind his wrists with the rope. Letting him have a little freedom? His cock twitched when she crawled onto the bed beside him, already growing hard for her again. He wanted another taste. He wanted to be inside her this time.#p#分页标题#e#
She was moist and hot down there, heavenly. He wanted to bury his cock into that tight sheath and ruin her to all other males, just as he had told her.
She wanted to know his incubus side. She would. She wanted him to pleasure her again. He would.
He would pleasure her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.
By the time he was done with her, she would be begging him to stay with her forever.            







 
    Dark and Deadly: Eight Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance by Jennifer Ashley, Alyssa Day, Felicity Heaton, Erin Kellison, Laurie London, Erin Quinn, Bonnie Vanak and Caris Roane
    
 


 
CHAPTER 7
Payne had been wrong. It was beginning to look like he might be the one begging her. She teased his left nipple with her tongue, her command to keep still ringing in his head, taunting him. He had sworn to obey, wanting the bliss of kissing her. It seemed the incubus in him thrived on the thought of her kissing him. He had tasted magic in their first kiss. Was his fae side hungry for another hit of it?
Elissa crawled up his body, her inner thighs brushing his. She had ditched her bustier, revealing breasts that had him itching to touch. Touching wasn’t allowed either. She could touch, lick and bite him all she wanted and he had to keep still.
The biting bit had almost pushed him over the edge a few times and he thought she had seen it because she hadn’t done it in a while. Perhaps flashing fangs and growling had been enough to warn her that if she kept nipping, he would end up doing some nipping of his own, on her neck, with fangs.