The Witches Image

Chapter 13

Your heart was racing

. He knew you were as affected as he was, by the way you leaned into his touch, by the way your breath caught in your throat. He wanted to draw that out, to see how far he could push you before you gave in to the desires that burned between you.

You wanted him to kiss you and he could see the desire on your face, the need in your eyes for him. It took all his self-control not to give in and give you what you wanted. He ran his thumb gently over your lower lip, his eyes glowing with intensity.

"You want me to kiss you, don't you?" he purred, his voice a deep, seductive growl.

You feel your body give way to his touch. "Yes!" you whispered.

Copia couldn't resist any longer. The sound of your whispered plea, the way your body reacted to his touch... it was too much. At that moment, he forgot about his position, about the fact that he was supposed to be your Papa. All he could think about was how much he wanted you.

He leaned in, his lips just millimeters from yours.

Copia gazed into your eyes, captivated by the sparkle in your gaze. He could see the same desire and longing reflected back at him, and it only fueled his own need. He gently cupped your face in his hands, his fingers tracing your jawline.

"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now," he breathed, his voice only a whisper. "How much willpower it takes for me to hold back."

"Then don't hold back!"

Copia's resolve broke at your words. He couldn't resist anymore, not when you asked, no, begged him to kiss you.

He leaned in, his lips crashing against yours in a fiery, passionate kiss. A hand moved to the back of your head, holding you close,

as you returned the kiss.

Copia deepened the kiss, his tongue gently tracing the seam of your lips. He wanted to taste all of you, to explore every inch of your mouth. His other hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer, closing the gap between your bodies.

You only felt his lips. It felt like a release.

Copia's world was reduced to the feel of your lips against his, the taste of your mouth, the way your body fit perfectly against his. He poured all his desire and longing into the kiss, his arms around you, holding you tight. He'd never felt so alive, so desperate for someone in his entire existence.

Gasping for air, you broke the kiss.

Copia pulled away just far enough for you to catch your breath, but he didn't let go of you. He ran his fingers through your hair, his eyes roaming over your face.

"That was... incredible," he breathed, his voice uneven and ragged. "I've dreamed of kissing you for so long, but the reality is even better than my imagination."

"Me too!" you admitted.

Copia smiled, his heart filled with a mixture of happiness and desire. Hearing you admit that you too had longed to kiss him was like balm to his soul.

"You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that," he said, his voice still a little shaky. "To know that you wanted me as much as I wanted you."

You smiled at him.

Copia couldn't help but smile back at you, his heart fluttering at the sight of your smile. He ran his thumb over your lips, gently tracing their shape.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "Absolutely beautiful."

You couldn't help but blush.

Copia felt a rush of satisfaction run through him as he saw the flush of color on your cheeks. He loved seeing the effect he had on you, how easily he could make you flustered and blushing with just his words. He stroked your cheek gently, his touch tender and loving.