She tensed, stilling. He knew she was a witch. How did he know? Could he sense it?
“Calm down. I don’t care,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I want you inside of me.”
“Like this?”
He teased the tip of his cock just past her folds. He gave her the slightest little bit of himself, and then he pulled back out. She growled in frustration.
“No, not like that,” she snapped.
She wanted more.
Needed more.
She wanted all of him deep inside of her. Her legs were still wrapped around him, and she wiggled, trying to reach his cock herself.
She wanted more.
“Patience,” he chuckled. He was amused with her. She could tell. Fuck, she couldn’t remember the last time someone had been amused with her.
Usually, when she fucked someone, it was just to scratch an itch. Sometimes she slept with vampires, like Storm, but even that was more because she needed something from them. She wouldn’t call it using, per say, but there was an exchange.
Right now, this was unlike anything she’d experienced before.
Nobody had ever laughed at her the way he was. He wasn’t being mean. Not at all. He was just having fun with her. He was playing with her like a little toy, and she was embarrassed and surprised to find that she liked it.
She enjoyed it.
“I don’t want to be patient.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
“I want your cock inside of me,” she whispered. Then, remembering the debacle from a moment ago, she added, “more. I want more of it. I want the whole thing. Please,” she whispered.
“So polite.”
“Thank you.”
“Tell me,” he teased the head of his cock past her pussy lips once more, gently sliding it inside just the tiniest bit.
“Tell you what?”
“How badly do you want my cock, little witch?”
“So badly.”
“Beg me for it,” he whispered, purring in her ear. He nipped at her skin, and she realized for the very first time that she would.
She would beg him.
Humiliation washed over her as she realized the true position she was in now. In the past, she’d been in charge. Always. Even with Storm, she’d been in control of the situation.
Not now, though.
She was on his land, in his cave, in his arms, and she wanted his cock.
If he required her to beg him for it, then she’d have to.