The Witches Image

Chapter 22

Copia's grin widened as he watched you nearly choke on the wine. He found your reaction both adorable and arousing.

"Careful, mia cara," he said, his voice a low rumble. "We don't want you to choke before we get to dessert."

"Stop making these comments when I am eating or drinking!" you laughed.

Copia chuckled, his eyes filled with mischief.

"I can't help it," he said, his voice a low husk. "You are too... deliciously responsive to my comments. I just can't resist."

You glared at him playfully.

Copia winked at you, unbothered by your glare. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, mia cara," he said, his tone teasing. "You can stare at me all you want, but we both know you love it when I make those comments."

"Your just needy!" you commented.

Copia chuckled at your comment, his eyes narrowing in a playful challenge.

"Needy, you say?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe I am... but I'm not the only one. You can't deny you love the attention, mia cara. You love the way my words make your body react."

"Ok ... so where is the dessert!" you laughed.

Copia chuckled, his eyes still on you.

"Patience, mia cara," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice. "I will enjoy this moment a little longer. Watching your reactions to my words is far more delicious than any dessert I could prepare."

"You're not going to tease me?!" you said.

Copia smiled, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Oh, but I am," he said, his voice full of desire. "I'm going to tease you until you can't take it anymore, mia cara. Until you're begging for my touch."

"Aha...really?" you said, raising an eyebrow.

Copia's grin widened, his eyes locking with yours.

"Oh, really," he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "You can try to resist all you want, but in the end you'll be begging me to touch you, to take you, to make you moan my name."

"But we're not at second base yet," Xou said, taking a sip of wine.

Copia chuckled at your words, his eyes filled with desire and amusement.

"Ah, but you're already struggling to keep your hands off me, mia cara," he said, leaning forward in his chair. "And you drink your wine as if it were water."

"And you need to stop that!" you said.

Copia's smile widened, his eyes darkening with need.

"Why should I stop?" he said, his voice a deep husk. "You know you love it when I talk like this. You love the way it makes you feel, the way it makes you react."

"It makes me nervous!" you admitted.

Copia chuckled again, his eyes roaming over your form.

"I know," he said, his voice deep and full of desire. "And that's why I do it. I love making you nervous, mia cara. It's so much fun to watch you squirm under my watchful gaze."

You shook your head and took another sip.

Copia watched you take another sip of your wine, his eyes glued to the movement of your lips against the glass. His own need surged within him, his body straining against the desire to take you right then and there.