Bewitch(49)

He nodded.
Why did she have the feeling he would have agreed to anything she had said? Was he even listening to her? If she had said the moon really was made of cheese, would he have nodded?
“You know, the moon is made of cheese?” She shrugged when he frowned at her. “I was just testing.”
“I’m fine with this,” he husked, desire dripping from his deep voice, and she shivered again, a hot rush of need racing through her blood.
“Mother earth, whisper naughty things in my ear in that voice.” She grabbed him around the nape of his neck and dragged his mouth back down to her throat.
He chuckled darkly into her ear and whispered, “I want to get inside you... do you want me inside you?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded and leaned her head to one side, giving him better access to her throat.
“What part of me do you want buried in you?” he husked and licked the shell of her ear. “This?” He dropped his hips and ground his erection against her thigh. “Or these?” He scraped the points of his fangs over her earlobe and she shuddered and moaned beneath him.
“Dirty witch,” he purred and she melted.
“You make me like this.” She grabbed his shoulder and rolled, forcing him onto his back and ending up astride his hips. She moaned with the memory of when she had been like this before, naked with him inside her, riding his beautiful cock. Her groin throbbed, hot and damp for him, ready to welcome him back inside. “Gods, I want you.”
She made fast work of his shirt buttons and ignored the way he smirked, a flicker of pride in his eyes. Yes, he drove her wild and made her do things she would never have dreamed of doing before meeting him. He didn’t have to look so smug about it.
She tore the rest of the dark grey shirt open, sending buttons pinging across the room.
Payne growled at her. “I liked this shirt.”
“It was in my way,” she said and spread the sides of it, revealing his delicious body. He flexed for her, every muscle rippling and making her ache to touch him. With her mouth. She lowered her head and swept her tongue over his pale hard flesh, savouring the feel of him beneath her. He groaned and tensed again, his hips rising off the mattress to press against hers. She bore down on him, grinding her body along the rigid length of his cock. “Mother earth, you’re wearing too many clothes.”
He chuckled again. “So are you.”
Elissa rose off him and yanked her black top off, freeing her breasts. Payne groaned and she paused to appreciate the hungry way he stared at her, as though he was barely stopping himself from taking command and devouring her.
As though she was beautiful.
Images popped in her head, visions of them naked and entwined, Payne moving against her, making love with her in front of the fire.
She frowned at him, right into his gold and blue eyes. They glowed brightly.
“I thought I warned you about that?”
He smiled sheepishly. “I can’t control it sometimes when I look at you... it just takes over...”
“Why don’t I react to it the way I do with the other incubi? When they turn on the charm, I feel powerless and as though I want to do those things with them.”
His smile faded and he averted his gaze. His hands skimmed up and down her thighs.
“Payne?” She wouldn’t let him get away with the silent treatment. She had never had an incubus attempt to use his powers of persuasion on her before Payne, so she had thought perhaps it was a witch thing and that was why she could sense he was attempting to lure her with the visions of them making love. When one of the males in the orgy had tried the same trick, she had wanted to go to him, had felt hungry for him and needy. She had been wrong about Payne and her immunity to his charms. “Is it because you’re only part incubus?”
He shook his head.
“Then what is it?” She had a suspicion she knew but she needed to hear him say it.
His steely gaze shifted back to her and he looked as though he was afraid to tell her. He sighed and scrubbed his hands through his hair. “You’re my mate.”
Elissa stared straight into his eyes, trying to see if he was telling the truth. He had never looked so deadly serious and it sent a shiver through her. When she had announced her plan to come with him, she had said about coming here as his mate, and he had reacted in a bad way. Now she knew why. She had thought perhaps it had had something to do with what that bitch had done to him but it was so much more than that. He had reacted weirdly all those times around her, had challenged incubi males, because she really was his mate.
“Seriously?” She had to check because she was having trouble getting herself to believe it.