His weight settled over hers as he leaned in, kissing her, and she wrapped her legs tighter, trying to keep him deep inside, never to pull out. Arms wrapping around his neck, she kissed him back, clinging to him, loving him.
It was perfect, feeling the thick and heavy mass of his muscular body pressing against hers, and feeling his thickness inside of her. He shifted again, one hand remaining by her head while the other moved to her hip, and they rocked together at an easy rhythm, not in a rush, simply savoring one another. His lips brushed against hers, then her jaw, her ear, and her shoulder.
They kissed, they touched, they moved, and Violet forgot everything other than the sensations of him.
All she felt was his body against hers, his hands running over her body, his lips pressing to hers. All she saw was his eyes, focusing on hers, and his smile every time their eyes locked. All she could smell was the soap on their bodies, and the sweat that was starting to form. All she could taste was his lips, his tongue, kissing her over and over again. And all she could hear was his moans and groans, him whispering her name, him promising to love her for the rest of their lives.
He rolled over at some point, pulling her on top, and her knees pressed down into the floor as she rocked and rolled her hips, uncertain as to what she was doing, not that he seemed to care. His hands moved over her hips and up her back, then into her hair and twirling the strands. He tugged her hair backwards, not forcefully but instead firmly, and then moved his hands to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. She fell forward, kissing him over and over again, and her hands roamed his body in between, touching every inch of his skin, including the ink she had placed weeks earlier.
She never would have thought it possible, so long ago, that they could be together in this moment, truly together, rocking their bodies and kissing and touching. They had spent so long apart, she never thought she would see the light of happiness ever again. Everything she had ever imagined was lost in this moment, reality proving to be far greater than any fantasy she had ever painted in her mind.
She was with Henrik, and he was never going to leave her side again.
Henrik rolled her back over onto her back, his body moving with her, when she finally realized how much he was sweating. Was she burning up again? She had thought her acceptance would fix everything, her peace at finally being connected to him serving to balance out her magic. What was causing him to sweat so much? She was glistening, sure, but—
“Are you okay?” Violet asked, her brow furrowing in concern.
“Not gonna last,” Henrik muttered between clenched teeth. “Tryin’ to keep goin’, but—”
That was the problem? He was about to come?
She smiled up at him, shaking her head slightly, and pulled him down to kiss her again, unable to resist. He was too sweet, too adorable, too unbelievably attractive, and all hers.
Henrik kissed her back, his hips jerking a little as he lost his rhythm, and as he pulled away, he was gritting his teeth once more. She could see it now, how close he was, how on edge he was, and she wanted to tease him, and wanted to promise him it was all okay. Of course he was about to orgasm—that was sort of something that happened during sex.
Well, she hadn’t orgasmed yet, but, this was their first time, and they were still figuring things out. She wasn’t going to hold it against him, particularly after the unbelievable orgasm he had given her earlier, with only his mouth and fingers. His cock would learn in time, she was sure of it.
Was he waiting for her permission? Waiting for her to tell him it was okay?
Or... did he simply need a little encouragement to finish?
“Are you going to breed me?” she asked, her words sounding far more breathy than she intended. The question had come from somewhere deep in the back of her mind, urged on by her memory of the night before, and every conversation they had ever had about having children... and how good her ovulation smelled to him.
Would that even be a turn on for him? Had she gone too far? Or—
Henrik growled as he pushed himself up off of her upper half, and sat backwards while pulling her lower body with him. He was still anchored deep inside of her, but her ass and lower back were no longer on the ground, and were instead up in the air, resting on him. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin, and she blinked up to see his eyes glowing.
Apparently, her words were far more than a turn on. It seemed as though she had...awakenedsomething in him.
“Is that what you want, Little Witch? To be bred on my cock? To feel yourself full of my cum?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, or better yet, begged. She wanted that. She really did. And it seemed like a certain part of Henrik did as well.
“You’re going to have to work for it,” Henrik said with a smirk, and a glance down at where their bodies were joined. He was no longer moving inside of her, and as she looked down at where their bodies were joined, she could see he was looking at how she was spread open around him. If she didn’t know any better, she might even think that, through the dark curls, she could see her clit, swollen and ready to be urged to pleasure.
“I’ll do anything you want, anything you ask of me,” Violet whimpered, and tried to rock her hips against his, but unable to find any leverage.
One of his hands moved to her breast, squeezing and massaging while his thumb and forefinger pinched the tip. She moaned and did the same to the other, her small hands feeling weak in comparison to his.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I thought you were close. Give it to me?”
It was as though someone had turned up the heat in the house, because before, while sweet, it had been almost mid-level temperature. Now, however, everything felt on fire.
And that wasn’t a witch thing. That was definitely a Henrik thing.
“I’m goin’ to sink my teeth into your breast next. Make it so when everyone looks at your ink, they see my brand as well, other side as that first one. What do you think of that, Little Witch? This big bad wolf markin’ your body up so everyone knows who you belong to.”
Violet shuddered underneath him, moaning at his words. She had seen a few girls before with multiple marks, and had thought about it herself. She could add ink around them, maybe some flowers, something for both of them. She would decorate her body with her marks. She would cover them both.