The Witch He Loved

Chapter 41

We had showered together, washing the blood off each other between our kisses before we had collapsed into bed, holding each other close. Everything felt different now. A little over a week ago I wished for him to come back and now? 

Now I knew what it was to be without him. I never wanted to be without him again. 

That minute where he was dead, the fear, the grief, the anger. It changed something in me. Of course we loved each other before but now it felt like there was something between us that couldn't be put into words, something more powerful than love. 

"You're staring again." His eyes stay closed but one side of his mouth quirks up. 

"Your observation skills are outstanding." I sass at him. 

His eyes open and he smiles down at me. Until my stomach grumbles loudly, his eyes narrow.  

"Love, when did you last eat?" 

I chew on my cheek as I think about it, knowing he's going to be pissed. 

"Okay so you remember when we had breakfast with everyone before we went on the mission?" 

His eyes widen for a second before he shifts so he is leaning above me, looking down at me furiously but I just smile at him sheepishly. 

"You realise that was almost five days ago?" His voice is low and some part of my body seems to react to it, my legs rub together. I bite my lip as need flutters through me, nodding at him. 

He opens his mouth but then closes it, looking down my body he takes in my tight nipples, my legs squirming, my hands fisted against my sides. 

When he looks back up at me his face has changed, his frown has been replaced with a cocked brow and a smirk but there is a glint in his eye that screams trouble. 

"Do you enjoy it when I'm mad at you?" His tone is dangerous but it only makes me want him more. My throat seems unwilling to respond so I nod at him. 

He hums as he looks at me, moving and sitting back, the blanket pulls away from me and pools behind him, my eyes drift over his body.

"Sit against the headboard." The sight of his erection standing tall is enough to get me scrambling to do what he says. 

He chuckles at my eagerness and opens my legs shifting to sit between them. 

"Hands behind your back, Love." It feels like I'm dripping for him but I move my arms, clasping my hands together behind my back. 

His fingers flicker green and my wrists are tied together, I pull at them to test their strength but they don't move. 

"You've been terribly naughty, Love." His hand cups me and a finger slips through my folds as he leans close to my face, I raise my head, desperate to feel his lips. 

"I'd say I'm disappointed." His lips brush mine, I try to arch into him but he pulls away, continuing. "but I'm going to enjoy this, far too much." 

Two fingers push into me and I groan, letting my head fall back but when he doesn't move them I look back up at him and freeze. 

His eyes are wild and his smile is predatory and then I feel it. 

Sparks of pleasure are shooting around my core, my eyes widen at him as my body clenches.

I try to close my legs to him but he presses his knees into my thighs, keeping me spread wide for him. I'm panting already, my concentration falters. 

"Oh god." I moan as my head falls back again, I already know I'm doomed.