The Alpha's Witch |18+|

Chapter Thirty One

BRAXTON

I feel fucking insatiable.

I had Adeline bent over the counter in the bathroom, wrapped around me on the bed, and then pressed against the shower wall. I had her three times last night. Yet, here I am this morning wanting more.

Needing more.

It's almost pathetic. I feel like a fucking teenager again, completely and utterly insatiable.

My eyes lazily trail down over Adeline's body. She's molded against me, every inch of our skin is touching and buzzing from the faint tingles that spark between us. She's practically laying on top of me, and it isn't helping reign in my desires in the least.

When she stirs in her sleep a moment later, her thigh brushes over my already semi-hard length. I bite back a groan and instinctively reach down, gripping onto the back of her leg to stop her from doing it again.

A sound of contentment comes from her and I look back up to her face, worried that I woke her. Her eyes are still closed, her long black eyelashes perfectly fanned out against her freckled cheeks. I think she's still asleep when she nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck.

But then her lips press against the skin of my throat, proving me wrong. Her fingers leave a hot trail as she slowly drags them down from my chest to my hip. My own fingers imprint into the softness of her thigh and some strands of hair at the back of her head.

"You're killing me." My hoarse voice cuts through the silence.

"Mmm." I can feel the vibration from the response as it bubbles from her chest to mine. All worry that I once had for waking her is gone, replaced with complete satisfaction as her lips brush against my throat again when she whispers, "Am I?"

"Mhmm." I hum back before pulling on her, making it so her body is now fully on top of mine. The skimpy black pair of underwear she annoyingly chose to put on last night before bed is the only thing that separates her pussy from my cock.

Her lips are still on my neck, this time accompanied by her tongue. I don't hold back my groan this time as she starts kissing and sucking as she pleases. My hands have a mind of their own as they both find her ass and immediately start urging her to grind against me. Which she does, quickly.

"You must like dying then." She practically moans against my ear.

"If it's anything like this," I thrust up into her, the thin fabric of her underwear still separating us, but doing a poor job of concealing how wet she is for me, "then yes, I fucking love dying."

Her response is wordless. Small gasps and moans pass her lips, making their way to my ears as I continue grinding and thrusting against her. Her fingernails push into my skin as I feel each rise and fall of her chest increase. My cock throbs between us, begging for more.

"Look at me, baby." I demand.

She lifts her head not even a moment later, placing her hands on my chest as her green eyes meet mine.

Her cheeks are flushed, her lips slightly parted in pleasure as she keeps grinding against me. Her tits bounce with each movement and I can't help but reach a hand around to grab one. It fits perfectly in the palm of my hand and when my thumb brushes over her pink nipple, I watch as she inhales at the sensation.

I could probably come at just the sight of her.

Complete perfection.

All mine.

"Braxton," she pants my name and the sound shoots right to my groin, making me impossibly harder.

"What baby?"