Her anger would dissipate with a good fucking. No matter how much he explained to her how he’d searched for her, fought the coven when they insisted she was dead, and refused to let go of her, none of that would change the fact that he hadn’t found her sooner.
“I didn’t say that.” Her words came out on a soft breath, almost a whisper, defying her attempt to make him believe she wasn’t aroused.
Grabbing her, moving faster than a mortal could have moved, he lifted and placed her on her workbench. Watching her surprised expression, her mouth opening while she gasped, his cock hardened, tormenting him as it pressed against his jeans.
“Then say it now.” He pressed in between her legs, spreading them, her thighs pressing against him while he moved in closer. “Tell me right now that you don’t want me.”
“You’re missing the point.” She leaned back, trying to give herself room, a quick glance around her alerting him that she might try her powers once again to free herself.
And she was missing the point too.
Thinking her clothes off didn’t work. It was if she had them glued on her. Her green eyes flashed at him like brilliant emeralds, silently challenging him while she concentrated on keeping her clothes on and her thoughts to herself.
He smiled. There were still a few things she hadn’t mastered yet. And at that moment he had no problem taking advantage of her being distracted while managing what power she had regained control of.
Holding on to her, he lifted them away, deciding something a bit more intimate, with their surroundings more romantic, might be in order.
“What the fuck?” Bridget slid forward, clinging to him.
He placed one hand on her ass, its soft roundness making him want to spread her, explore further her tight little hole that he couldn’t wait to fuck. Her arms wrapped around him, almost choking him with her strength. Those full round breasts of hers smashed against his chest, her nipples hardening from fear and excitement.
Braze had moved so quickly, flinging them through time and space, that she’d let her guard down, her thoughts suddenly tearing through him. She was thrilled over this sudden adventure, wondering how he’d done it. Yet at the same time she was terrified, not understanding what was happening.
“Trust me, my love.” He sent the soothing thought, not wanting to have her scared. “You will always be safe with me.”
A room appeared around them, a quiet place, somewhere he hadn’t been to in a very long time. A mixture of herbs filled his nostrils, lavender, myrrh, and onion. Dark shadows contrasted the instant warmth from the sun outside that tried to creep through the boarded windows.
Bridget continued to cling to him and he made no effort to let her go. “We’re safe now,” he whispered into her soft hair.
“Where are we?” She finally relaxed her grip, looking around her carefully. “How did you do that?”
He smiled, knowing she could figure out the simple matter of traveling if she gave it some thought. “You don’t remember this place?”
She turned in his arms, and he took advantage of her being distracted and blinked her clothes away. Remembering she liked him naked as well, he made his own clothes disappear also.
Her skin was so warm, smooth and soft under his hands. Sliding his hands down her shoulders, her long hair gliding over his fingers, teasing his skin, he cupped her breasts. Her nipples were harder than tiny pebbles. Just the slightest graze of them against his palms sent a fever rushing through him.
“I used to live here.” She looked back up at him, her expression one of awe and arousal.
He loved how her green eyes glazed over with lust-filled desire. “Yes,” he told her with his thoughts, and then captured her lower lip between his.
Bridget let out a slight gasp, and he nibbled just enough to make her jump. Her arms slowly moved up him, her hands gliding like silk over his chest, then his shoulders, until she wrapped around his neck. Leaning into him, she surrendered completely while he deepened the kiss, fucking her mouth with his tongue.
She wouldn’t hide from him, keep her thoughts from him, or resist him in any way. Danger lurked and he could only protect her if she offered no resistance.
“Braze,” she cried out, breaking the kiss.
Her head fell back, her long hair fanning down her back. The long slender curve of her neck exposed to him, he held her secure with one arm while spreading his fingers and pressing against her hot flesh.
“Every bit of you,” he told her, spreading his fingers around her neck, pressing against her flesh so that her pulse slammed against his skin. “All of you—mine.”
“And you?” she asked, trying to look up at him.
He held her neck, wanting her to trust him, needing to see that she wouldn’t panic in her thoughts or her actions. Her body stiffened, but he didn’t let go. His grip was gentle yet confining. She could free herself, pull away from his grasp. With the slightest use of her powers she could singe his hand, force him to leave her alone. He wouldn’t fight her.
Bridget relaxed after the next moment. “Tell me,” she whispered. “Who do you belong to?”
Her head still fell back, her long hair like a silk cape falling behind her. With her back arched, her breasts stretched out in front of him, it was all he could do to maintain his grip on her. Round and plump, her nipples puckered, and begging for his mouth, she looked like the goddess that she was.
“You don’t have to ask me that.” All she had to do was search his mind, know that there was no one else for him but her.
But she was being stubborn. And there wouldn’t be time when the demons began swarming everywhere looking for her for her to be closed-minded.
The rise and fall of her chest, with her quick breaths, made her breasts swell and call to him. He had to touch them, bury his face in them, suck on those nipples until she cried out, professing her need for him.
Bridget sucked in a quick breath, finally struggling.
He allowed her to free herself and she staggered backwards, her slender fingers touching her neck where his hand had been moments before.
“If you are mine then say you are.” Her words came on a breath, sultry and heated. She studied him under a hooded gaze, green eyes flashing at him. “And if you aren’t then leave.”
He took a step toward her, her legs parted enough that her smooth pussy glistened with the moisture from her cunt. Her scent wrapped around him, beckoning him; his heartbeat pulsed through his body. The way her long brown locks fanned over her body, parting to allow her ripe breasts to be seen, gave her an illusion of innocence.
And in a way he saw that she was innocent. Her mind cleverly erased of all events she’d lived through, all bridges she’d crossed. With her awakening, she saw him as the man who’d first taken her, claimed her for all eternity. He knew she would remember also that she’d run from him then, so convinced she could handle matters on her own. But it had never taken long to catch up with her, protect her, see that no one harmed her while she worked for the good of the people she lived with. For centuries he’d fought by her side among these people. Together they had lived in harmony.
Until that terrible day a thousand years ago. Bridget knew she had lost a substantial part of her memory. And the way her green eyes penetrated through him, glowing from lust and distrust wrapped into one, he knew she blamed him for not being able to find her, keep her safe.
“I will not leave.” And she knew damned good and well that he wouldn’t either. “No one will ever be by your side other than me, and you’d do well to get that into your head.”
With one more step, he stood over her, her lust and intense craving for him a sensual scent that wrapped around him. Raising her lashes, her lips parting while a deep sigh escaped her, she looked up at him, anticipation and wonder clear with her flushed expression.
“So now you are my protector,” she challenged him, while running her tongue over her top lip.
The act had his cock burning with fever, stabbing out in
front of him. Her gaze dropped, taking in the length of him, before her lashes fluttered and once again she met his gaze.
“I’m a hell of a lot more than your protector.” He had no problem lifting her, the mere idea of having her float, her feet leaving the ground, while he pushed her back with his thoughts so easily; he barely gave it thought. “I am your world. And you’ll do well to remember that.”
A large wooden table, where he remembered finding her so many times in a time long ago preparing herbs and tonics, sat behind them. He placed her on it, deciding her legs spread would be the perfect way to have her.
It took her a moment before she laid her head back, conceding to his powers and relaxing her body.
“You pompous ass,” she told him, her fingers curling into fists while she made a futile attempt to sit up.
Obviously her arousal had her forgetting her own powers. She lay spread out in front of him, a dish too good for a starving man. Her legs spread, opening the smooth folds of her pussy.
Braze simply stared, determined he would fuck her until she understood that he had to be part of her life, that she needed him, that she might not make it without his help.
“I’m simply telling you the truth.” And the sooner she saw that the better. “We are part of a whole, not to mention you’ve proven to me several times now that your powers are still very new to you.”
Exposed and spread wide for him, he had to touch her. Bridget was aroused, aching for him to fuck her. He saw that clearly. The soft folds of her pussy, smooth and parted, glistened with her cream. The moisture there called to him, silently beckoned him. His cock ached to press against that moisture, bury itself deep inside her heat. But she would voice her need for him, beg him to enter her, before he made his move.
Placing his hand on her belly, the heat of her body surged through him. She jumped, the smallest of movements, while her eyes fluttered shut and a small gasp escaped her.
“This isn’t fair. You’re making it too hard to think.” She tossed her head to the side, her beautiful locks drifting around her.
If she only knew how hard it was to think. The heat from her body, her lust, centuries of desire pent up, unleashed through him, scalding him, burning through his soul and tearing him up inside.
“Then don’t think.” He spread his fingers over her belly, aching to touch the soft mounds of her breasts.
Stretching her out further in front of him, spreading her arms out so that they were straight on either of side of her, he relished the view laid out before him. Lifting her, her body floating over the table, he brought her pussy to his mouth, her rich scent intoxicating him, making him mad with lust.
“Braze,” she cried out, her head falling back, her hair drifting over the table as she floated in front of his face. “Shit. Damn. I can’t believe this.”
He ran his tongue through her folds, her thick cream coating his tongue, moistening the skin around his mouth while he pressed himself to her. She was more than a feast; he could live on her for the rest of his life.
Her small clit, round and so hard, was a delicacy. Devouring her, he pressed his mouth against her feverish skin, lapping at her like a man starved with thirst.
“Oh God.” She arched her body in the air, convulsing as her orgasm rippled through her. “That is too good. Oh. Oh. Damn.”
He cupped her ass, squeezing the soft flesh there, parting her and running his fingers over the tight hole he couldn’t wait to feel his cock buried in.
“You’re right.” He glanced up her body, enjoying the flatness of her tummy, her protruding hipbones, her breasts arched against the curve of her ribs. “You are so good.”
Positioning himself so that he sat in the middle of the room, he brought her body over his, keeping her legs spread so that she straddled him.
“What?” Bridget looked around, her expression dazed, while her body moved through the air until she hovered over his cock. “Braze. This is more than incredible.”
Her body pressed against his while he lowered her until her hot cunt pressed against his throbbing cockhead. His brain was on fire. Her breasts pressed against his chest while he wrapped his arms around her, devouring her mouth, letting her taste herself on him.
She groaned into his mouth and he forced her down on him, burying his cock deep inside her hot little cunt. She cried out into his mouth, filling him with her energy, her life source, while he filled her with his cock.
“Concentrate,” he breathed into her mouth, wanting her to realize how she could make the best out of their lovemaking. “Ride me, baby. Claim my cock all over again.”
“I’m in the air.” She held onto him, her tight heat suffocating him. “How can I ride you?”
“Feel the force underneath your feet. Create your own floor. Push down and get your bearing.” Instructing her to use her powers, work with him, mount him and ride him would bond her closer to him.
“I’m doing it.” She smiled, her face inches from his, the soft glow of her green eyes making it hard for him to breathe. She was so damned beautiful.
Slowly, Bridget began lifting herself off of his cock, then sinking down on it, making all the blood in his body rush straight to his groin. He closed his eyes, feeling her breasts brush over his chest, her long slender legs tightening against his thighs. Her breath came in pants, brushing across his face while she moved up and down over him. The tightness of her pussy clamped down against his flesh, her smooth muscles tightening and vibrating against him while her moisture coated him like a hot glove.
Never, in all of the centuries, had he remembered her feeling this good. She built momentum, moving faster while she panted, her breasts bouncing against him. If she moved any faster he would explode, losing himself deep inside her humidity.
“Bridget. Damn the gods.” His head fell back.
She worked him harder than she’d ever done before. His blood boiled. His brain on fire. The heat building around his cock swarmed through him, a fever raging out of control.
“Shit.” She cried out with him, her body convulsing, another orgasm rippling through her.
Braze wouldn’t have this perfection end so soon. Bridget had enough lust trapped inside her to last them through eternity, but so much of her still remained unexplored. She wouldn’t make him come before he knew all of her.
Gripping her hips, her skin moist and slippery while her heat rushed through him, he pulled her off of his cock.
“Suck me, baby. Clean your cum off of my cock.”
He loved how she followed his instruction blindly, not giving thought to her actions but floating over him. Her ass was beyond adorable, a soft round blur through his tainted vision while lust swarmed through him.
On her hands and knees, floating in front of him, she tasted his cock. Her mouth was as sweet as her pussy. Centuries had taken away her shyness. He wouldn’t even think that another man had given her the skills her tongue possessed. Just allowing that thought to surface burned him alive, the predator in him dancing to full scale.
Her teeth scraped over his swollen cockhead, gently, yet sending chills rushing over his inflamed body.
“Don’t even go there,” she growled over his cock. “You start thinking about what I’ve been doing before you found me and this will be war.”
He chuckled, not able to stop himself. His little vixen wouldn’t stand a chance warring against him. That she thought to take him on, challenge his superiority, made him crave her all the more.
Running his fingers through her hair until they were trapped there, he gripped her head, pulling her down over his cock. “Be quiet and suck, my dear. I’ve forgotten how delicious your mouth is.”
She almost purred while sucking him deep into her mouth, her throat constricting around him. She lapped at her juices that clung to his shaft, her tongue stroking him, hardening him more than he thought possible.
“Mmm,” she hummed, looking up at him moments, or was it hours, later. “I taste good.”
The throbbing
in his cock pulsed through his entire body. The glazed look in her eyes melted through him. Her hair tossed wildly around her slender body. Her breasts, full and swollen, with her nipples so hard and puckered, made his mouth water.
But the pleased look on her face, the glow in her cheeks, showed him how much she enjoyed herself. Satisfaction gleamed in her grin. And yet she still had so much more to offer, and to receive.
He reached for her nipples, squeezing them enough that her lashes fluttered down over her eyes.
“Come here.” Braze tugged on her swollen, hard as rock nubs, pulling her to him.
She didn’t fight him and he moved over her, drifting through the room while he situated her under him. Her skin was so soft and smooth next to his, her back long and extended while he wrapped his arm around her.
Her ass pressed against his cock, tempting him, the last hole he’d yet to reclaim. Memories of the many times they’d fucked and how she’d begged him to take her ass too surged through him so hard he swore blood vessels broke throughout his body. His cock pressed against her soft skin, burying against the mounds of her ass. He wanted more than anything to glide deep into that tight little hole of hers.
“We’ve done this before,” she told him, reading his mind.
“Yes. We have. Come here,” he muttered, barely able to talk from the aching throb consuming his cock.
He shifted her around, cradling her like a baby, the moist heat from their bodies making her glide easily where he wanted her. She looked up at him, concern and curiosity swimming in her expression.
“You will beg me to fuck your ass,” he told her. “And that is when I will do it.”
She licked her lips, taking in a staggered breath. “A thousand years would make my rear end a virgin all over again,” she said on a breath.
He stroked her hair away from her face, loving how she was willing, but a bit nervous. Gliding his hand over her body, he spread her legs then stroked her tender pussy, gliding her moisture to the tight little hole below.
Her body shuddered but she didn’t stop him, just watched him wide-eyed while he continued to coat her with her cum.
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