The Alpha's Witch |18+|

Chapter Twenty One

                               ADELINE
"I promise."

A flash of something took over Braxton's face as soon as the words passed my lips. Victory maybe? Or just satisfaction? I couldn't decipher what exactly it was because the next second my eyes flittered closed as his mouth pressed against mine again.

His soft lips were now rough against my own. The pace was quick as his tongue dominated mine, which I found myself moaning into. My fingers dug into his chest, no doubt leaving small crescent moon shaped marks. His palms moved from their tight grip on my hips to cup my ass.

I subconsciously started rocking my hips against him again, craving friction. The feeling of pleasure quickly began to build back up in my core. Braxton pulled back from the kiss, his eyes flickering down to look at the way I moved against him. He growled at the sight, his palms tightening around the soft flesh of my ass, as if urging me to continue.

His eyes then traveled up to linger on my chest. His head dipped down and a second later I felt the sharp but pleasurable feeling of his teeth biting my nipple through the fabric of my bikini top. I sucked in a breath at the slight twinge of pain but found myself arching my back. Giving him more access.

He repeated the act on my other breast. My hands found their way into his hair, yanking slighting on the dark strands. He ignored the pulling on his scalp though as his lips made a trail from my chest up to his claim at the base of my neck. He licked the fresh mark, instantly eliciting a moan from me.

He kept his mouth there, teasing me and turning me in a breathless mess. As if that wasn't enough, one of his palms then makes its way back to my core. His fingers enter me again without warning and my eyes pinch shut. I'm instantly buzzing with the overwhelming feeling of euphoria flowing through my body.

My fingers tighten in his hair, no doubt pulling uncomfortably, but he still pays no attention to it. Instead he licks his claim once more before I feel him pull back.

"Look at me." His voice is husky as he curls his fingers inside of me, hitting the perfect spot. I obey immediately, my eyes fluttering back open to meet his. Their golden hue shimmers in the last bit of sunlight the day has to offer.

His gaze is set on mine as his thrusts his fingers in and out of me. The pace is steady, but oh so torturous. He knows it's not quite enough to push me over the edge. His words from this morning echo through my mind, "you're only allowed to cum when I let you". I have a feeling this time won't be any different. But I can't bring myself to pull away from him. The feeling of him against me and inside me is addicting.

A minute passes before I feel my back arch the second he places his thumb back on my clit. Finally giving me more. He quickens his pace and I feel the warmth begin to spread through my toes and begin to creep up my legs. I can't take it anymore as I feel the heaviness of my eyes pull them shut. I'm so close to orgasm.

Braxton's fingers still, stopping the wave of pleasure from reaching my upper thighs and core. I almost groan again. The teasing is purely frustrating. But his words shut me up before I can manage to say anything.

"I want you to look at me baby."

I swallow before I open my eyes again. The sound of him calling me baby makes my stomach flutter, somehow making the pool in between my legs even more wet. When our eyes lock again he slowly starts to move his fingers again. Very slowly.

"Braxton" I pant, completely breathless. It's as if I'm begging without asking.

"Hmm" he hums back.

"You're-" the feeling of his fingers curling inside me again stops my sentence.