“You wish to ride me, witch?”
Letting out a trembling breath, I look into his now deep indigo eyes. “Stop calling me a witch, that’s not what I am,” I whisper.
He shakes his head once. “My witch, remember? That’s what you are and that is what you’ll continue to be until I’ve figured out what you want from me or until I’ve grown tired of taking your body.”
I should detest him, just for those words alone, but my body craves him, his touch, his promise of release so much that I can do nothing but nod without speaking.
“Disrobe me,” he gently demands.
I have no clue how his clothes work, but I reach for his belt first. Nimbly, I unbuckle the fastening before I let it fall to the floor with a loud clamor. Grasping the hem of his tunic, I drag it up his body, exposing his black tights and tight long-sleeve shirt.
Once his tunic is over his head, I drop it to the floor to join his belt. His brown hair is now messy from the action, he looks younger, his scar is still redder than it was earlier, but it isn’t off-putting, in fact, it’s sexy.
Elias releases my hair before he reaches for the hem of his shirt. I watch as he slips it up his torso, exposing his bare chest to me. My mouth goes dry at the sight, right before it waters.
Shifting forward, I can’t deny myself the taste another second longer. I touch my mouth to a scar at the top of his pec, then another inches below that one. In fact, his entire chest is littered with scars, some larger than others, but there are several dozen.
“Not just a king,” I murmur against his stomach. His muscles clench as I reach for the ties at the side of his pants.
“No,” he grunts, his hand wrapping around my ponytail.
“A warrior,” I breathe, tugging his tights down his legs.
“Sybilla,” he warns as his cock springs free.
Reaching for him, I wrap my hand around his impressive length. He’s not just long, he’s thick, too. He’s perfection. His body is tanned and toned, his skin tastes like sweat and leather mixed with cedarwood.
Touching my tongue to the tip of his dick has Elias cursing his gods before he tugs my head away, his dark indigo eyes turning black.
“You do this?” he asks, his tone almost lethal sounding instead of turned on.
Biting the corner of my lip, I can think of nothing but having him inside of me, filling me, fucking me, taking me to the edge and pushing me over. In that, I want to make him happy too, and every woman knows that every man loves a good blow job.
“You don’t like it…”
He shakes his head once. “Like has naught to do with it. Ladies do not do this, Sybilla. Not in this world. Only whores take a man in their mouth.”
Blinking, I pull back in surprise. Then, my lips turn up into a small smile. “It seems that we are indeed in different worlds then, Elias, because where I’m from, ladies do this. Especially when they want to give their man something extra in the bedroom, or maybe just because they want to make their partner happy.”
“It seems we are from different worlds, witch.”
ELIAS
Sybilla hums as she opens her mouth, shifting forward to take me down her throat. I cannot take my eyes off of the sight. Witch or not, I have never wanted a woman as I want Sybilla in this moment.
It seems that she is just as aflame for me as I am for her. I do not know what kind of sorcery is afoot, but at the moment, I cannot seem to overly care.
I fight the urge to close my eyes as she sucks my cock. Her eyes are focused on mine, they’re burning gold, the same color as my coat of arms. It’s breathtaking. Using my grip on her hair, I guide her along my dick, her lips parted and wrapped around me.
Sybilla’s hands reach around the backs of my thighs as she lets out a groan. Tugging her off of me, I breathe heavily, so close to exploding in her mouth that I am forced to close my eyes and regain my self-control.
I pull her roughly toward me. Slanting my head and touching my lips to hers. She melts into me, her body molding perfectly against mine. I need to be inside of her, to feel all of her and know if this power is real or imagined.
Not allowing her to have any more control, I slide my hands down her back until I reach her rounded buttocks and wrap my fingers around the tops of her thighs, I tug her, lifting her knees from the bed so that her back falls against the mattress.
Wrapping my hands around her curvy hips, I pull her closer to me, my eyes dipping down between her legs and seeing her slick queynte, pink and ready for me. I don’t question the lack of hair between her legs, though I must admit that seeing all of her glory is indeed appealing.
Guiding the head of my cock toward her slick opening, I shift my eyes to hers as I brace my hands next to her head and hover my chest above hers. Dipping my chin, I open my mouth and wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking her sweet breast into my mouth.
“Fuck,” she moans the moment I’m completely seated inside of her tight sheath.
I know not what this word means, but it must be good as her thighs tighten around my waist and she lifts her hips to meet my own.
Flicking her hardened nipple with my tongue, I suck her deep, my teeth sinking into her soft flesh. She lifts her head, her eyes looking down, beneath her lashes, her lips parted in awe. Her queynte clenches around me. The move causes my cock to twitch at the newfound tightness.
Grinding my hips against her small nub with each downward thrust, I continue to suck and bite her sweet breasts, marking them as my own.
All of her body is now mine, even if she doesn’t realize it yet, even if she thinks to just seduce me in hopes of gaining something, she will not succeed, only I will be the victor in this coupling.
Moving my mouth to her neglected breast, my hips move faster, slamming against her harder with each thrust. Not once does she whimper or plead for me to stop. Instead she tightens her thighs, over and over as she lifts her hips, rolling them with each stroke, matching my fever with her own.
“I’m close, oh my god, Elias,” she cries.
I can feel her clench around me with the evidence of her truths. She trails her nails up my back, then with surprise she lifts to an almost seated position and buries her face in my neck as she cries out against my skin.
She tightens her thighs and queynte to an almost painful level and I can do naught but grunt with a few more thrusts as she takes me to my climax. Closing my eyes, my cock twitches inside of her and all too late I realize that for the first time, I did not pull out of a woman.
Her arms are wrapped tightly around me, her legs around my hips and then she lifts her face from my neck and I look down into those golden eyes.
I realize that I would not mind overly much if she were indeed impregnated with my seed. It would not be a hardship to have someone so beautiful carry my heir.
Chapter Five
SYBILLA
My face feels as if it’s on fire, I’m so embarrassed by my actions. I’ve never thrown myself at a man before, especially one that is a stranger, who is most likely mentally disturbed.
I mean, he’s dyed the leaves of his trees blue for heaven’s sake. No normal person does that. It feels like he’s more along the lines of the crazy queen in Alice in Wonderland and the cards painting the roses red.