Bewitch(28)

Wanted to bite her to taste her blood.
“Tell me where,” he whispered, coaxing her into finding her voice. He wanted to hear her say it and he wasn’t going to obey a half-spoken command. “Order me.”
Her silvery eyes flicked to his. “Touch my clitoris.”
He groaned. He couldn’t remember a woman ever saying these sorts of things to him and it was wreaking havoc on his control. He touched her where she had demanded, fingering her clitoris, watching the bliss dance across her face and feeling her quivering around his cock. He pulsed inside her and she moaned, louder this time, the sound deliciously wanton and dirty.
He wanted to feel her without the barrier of the condom. He wanted to possess her as she had possessed him.
Bewitched him.
“Payne,” she whispered, a nervous note in her voice. “Your markings.”
He knew. Gold and blue. He lifted her off him. “Playtime is over. Touch me.”
His voice was hoarse and tight and he hoped that she obeyed. She pulled the condom off and hesitated. He was about to bark an order at her to give him release when she delved her hand between her legs, gathered her warm juices and slathered his cock with them. Payne groaned. Sweet mercy.
Elissa wrapped her hand around his cock. He groaned, closed his eyes and tipped his head back.
“Harder.”
She tightened her grip and gave a swift stroke as she moved to kneel over him, one leg between his thighs. She set a quick pace with her right hand, up and down his shaft, beautifully tight and merciless. Her other hand grasped his balls, rolling and fondling, tugging occasionally to add another level of pleasure. Each stroke of her slick hand that rubbed her essence into his flesh almost had him losing control.
Payne tensed and fisted the sheets, every muscle going as rigid as his cock. He grunted and thrust into her hand, unable to stop himself. His hips moved of their own accord, rising to meet her downward strokes.
He opened his eyes and looked down the length of his body to her. Her eyes met his and her stroke faltered. He knew what she saw. His incubus side. His eyes were swirling, vivid blue and gold, and his markings were matching them. He couldn’t control the urge to use his charms on her, to make her give him pleasure. His attempts to tamp them down failed and even though he knew that they didn’t affect her, he still tried to resist using them on her. She didn’t like it when he turned on the charm.
The way her pupils dilated and her strokes hardened said that she might have been lying about not liking it when his incubus side made her see herself doing things with him. He still wasn’t sure how that worked. It had to be her magic picking up on his desires rather than his incubus influencing her. Whenever he had given in to it around her, he had been imagining touching her in some way. Not the normal course of events when he used that part of himself to charm women. Normally it was more like releasing pheromones and them reacting to it, not him picturing doing wicked things with her and them seeing it play out in their mind.#p#分页标题#e#
“Don’t come.” She sounded breathless. Was she picking up the images spinning through his head?
He nodded, willing to play her game still because he had discovered he enjoyed the pleasure he received from obeying her and denying himself to satisfy her.
It was a delicious sort of torture.
It thrilled him.
“Elissa,” he moaned and she moaned too, the sound increasing the pleasure he felt as she touched him. He forced the back of his head into the mattress and arched, struggling to contain his growing hunger. He wanted to feed. Wanted inside her again.
He imagined that he was buried deep in her hot sheath, her riding him, her chestnut hair tumbling around her shoulders and her eyes bright with desire, her breasts bouncing with each thrust of his cock. He groaned and she moved faster, longer strokes that made him gasp in pleasure, sent bliss flowing through his blood, heating him and sedating him at the same time. More. He needed more.
He pictured himself rolling her over and pumping her, lavishing her breasts with kisses and licks, grasping her hips as he plundered her and ruined her to all other males.
Made her his.
He saw himself sinking his fangs into her breast as he sank his cock into her body.
“Come,” she said in a shaky whisper.
A hot rush swept over his thighs and he jerked his hips up and grunted as his seed shot up his shaft and spilled onto his stomach. His legs quivered and stomach trembled, balls tingling as Elissa tugged and squeezed them. Payne had never experienced anything like it, a full body orgasm that had him melting into the bed, shaking all over and barely able to breathe.
Elissa breathed hard too and when he opened his eyes and looked at her, she was visibly trembling and her lower lip was red, worried by her teeth. She smelled aroused, on the verge of release herself. She frowned at him, hunger in every line of her face.