Bewitch(38)

She blushed and bit her lower lip, her eyes hooded and dark with hunger. “Go back to sleep.”
She didn’t mean that. He slipped his finger into her folds and she moaned, tilting her head back into the rich green pillows. Her chestnut hair spilled around her shoulders in loose waves, dark against her pale creamy skin. She looked like a goddess as she bared herself to him, spreading her thighs so he could delve lower. He eased his hand down and teased her opening, drawing hot moisture from her core and bringing it up to her aroused clitoris. She moaned again, beautifully wanton, the sound stirring fire in his blood and causing his cock to pulse.
Payne pushed the covers down to reveal her long slender legs and moved between them. She gasped as he slid two fingers into her core and lowered his mouth to kiss her. He swirled his tongue around her clitoris, listening to her breathy moans of pleasure and feeding on the energy that flowed from her, basking in how much she enjoyed being with him. She writhed, rocking her hips in time with each thrust of his fingers.
“Payne,” she whispered, breathless and low, a plea and a praise at the same time. He groaned into her and licked her from core to aroused nub, savouring the taste of her and wanting more. She lowered her hand to his hair and guided him, silently commanding him even though he was in control now.
The incubus in him purred at the interaction though, especially when she tangled her fingers in his hair and tightly clutched it, forcing him to remain at her clitoris. He lavished it with attention, alternating between flicking it with the tip of his tongue, sensually swirling his tongue around it and laving it.
She moaned and her body tightened around his fingers, drawing him in deeper. He stopped and pulled them out of her, and she groaned and shook her head.
“Why?” she said, hips still rocking, seeking his fingers.
“I want to be inside you when you come.”
Her cheeks flushed deep pink and an alluringly innocent expression crossed her beautiful face.
His inner incubus pushed for control over her even though he knew that he couldn’t affect her with his charm. The colour on her cheeks darkened and he wondered if she was seeing what he was thinking about, taking her deep and hard, bringing them both to a shattering climax.
“Do you want me inside you?” he whispered and kissed her inner thigh. His incubus charm might not affect her but she wasn’t immune to his natural male talents of persuasion.#p#分页标题#e#
Elissa nibbled her lower lip and nodded. Payne purred and rose up onto his hands and knees. He moved over her and covered her crotch with his hand. She was so wet beneath his palm, ready for him.
He grasped his cock and dipped his hips.
Elissa shoved against his chest and he stopped to frown down at her.
“Put a condom on.” She looked afraid again. He could taste the fear in her blood.
“I only had the one, and it was a miracle I had that... are you not taking anything?” He hovered above her, aching to be inside her again, feeling her body without the barrier this time. She nodded. Problem solved. He lowered himself and she pushed harder against his chest.
He frowned at her again.
Her grey eyes were as wide and bright as full moons. “You can’t ejaculate inside me.”
Had he just heard her right? He had barely contained himself the last time they had played this game and he wasn’t in the mood for it today, not when he was barely controlling his incubus side as it was, and not without a condom as a safety net.
“Playtime is over, Witch. We do this my way now.”
She locked her elbows and held him off her. “Seriously. You can’t.”
Not playing. Rapid heartbeat. Scent of fear in her blood. She wasn’t joking at all.
Payne sat back and fixed her with a black look. “Why don’t you want my seed within you?”
She hesitated. His anger spiked and he stepped off the bed, distancing himself physically because he was having difficulty doing it emotionally. His head swam with reasons, taunts that drove him to the brink and had him feeling like a complete fool.
“Is it because I’m a vampire? I know witches don’t like vampires but you seemed to like riding my cock before.”
She sat up, drawing the covers over her, and shook her head. Her silvery eyes drifted down to his chest. No, not his chest. His biceps and the markings that snaked over them.
He growled at her, anger combining with the hurt that clawed his heart to pieces and becoming rage. He folded his arms across his chest and bared his fangs at her.
“I see. I get it. You don’t want to risk bearing the offspring of an abomination.” He turned his back on her and stared at the dark grate of the fireplace, struggling against the crushing weight of the pain in his chest. “I should have known. You’ve got what you wanted... used me to get you here... and now you want nothing to do with me.”