Tabitha didn’t have much of a choice.
“Please.”
“Oh,” he clucked his tongue and pulled his cock out a little. “You can do better than that.”
“Yes, please, I can,” she said urgently. Her voice held so much need that she almost didn’t recognize herself. She was still there against the wall, and he was holding her up like she weighed nothing.
“Beg.”
“Please, sir, give me your cock. I need it,” she whispered.
“That’s a good start,” Felix nodded, slightly appeased.
“I’m so fucking wet,” she kept whispering to him, unable to bring herself to speak at her regular volume or tone of voice. “I need you inside of me. I need your cock right now.”
He gave in a little bit, edging his dick inside of her.
Even the little bit he was offering was enough to take her breath away. He was girthy, and it had been awhile since she’d been with a man. She was nervous not about the sensations that would arrive once they actually starting fucking, but about her heart.
She had a feeling it was on the verge of being his.
It was on the tip of her tongue to offer her heart to him. That was weird, and uncomfortable, and it wasn’t something she had ever said or done before. She choked back the urge to promise to stay with him.
She was here on a mission to kill Ursula. That was it. She wasn’t here to fall in love. She certainly wasn’t here to fall for this stranger.
But she did want him now.
“I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me,” Tabitha told him, and she believed it.
That seemed to be enough for him because Felix shoved his cock forward, burying it deep inside of her, and she cried out at the intrusion. He grabbed her mouth, covering it with his hand, silencing her as he fucked her hard and fast against the wall.
“Fuck,” she yelled, but her word was muffled against his hand.
She’d never been taken like this.
Not roughly.
Not quickly.
Not like this.
She came apart quickly. The orgasm that claimed her rushed over her like a damn wave. It seemed to last for hours as her pussy pulsed with the greatest pleasure it had ever known. When she finished, her muscles felt sore and tired and gooey, but he kept sliding into her, forcing her into a second orgasm.
“That’s a good witch,” he murmured quietly.
Then Felix came, too, filling her with his seed, holding her there against the wall until he had finished entirely. She kept her legs wrapped around him tightly, holding onto him for dear life because Tabitha had a feeling that the moment she let go of him, she’d wither away into nothingness.
She closed her eyes, thinking about what they’d done, about what he’d said. A deep sense of satisfaction filled her as she thought about the powerful orgasm she’d been able to enjoy. He’d had his own pleasure, too, but there was something he’d said that bothered her, and she wondered if she should set the record straight.
He thought she was a good witch.
Chapter 8
“What is this place?”
“We’ve already talked about that,” Felix murmured, stroking Tabitha’s soft skin. He traced little lines on her tummy as they rested on the mattress. The fire was dying out, but he didn’t care. He could still see her perfectly well even in the darkness, and besides, the room was hot now.
It was almost too hot.