Wedded Witch (The Cursed Coven of Spells Hollow)

Chapter 15

SOL

I lower my head between her silken thighs, and as my tongue flicks against her, a groan escapes me involuntarily. My name – well, my brother’s name – slips past her lips in a whisper of pleasure that reverberates through me.

The sound sends a jolt down my spine, igniting a fire of desire within me. My dick is already hard again, ready to go. I’m consumed by the need to please her, to make this moment unforgettable for both of us.

It doesn’t matter that she thinks I’m my brother. I can’t back away from this opportunity and there will be time later for revealing truths. It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right? Although, in this instance, that sounds kind of wrong…

Fuck. Now I’m torn.

I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted spread out on the bed before me, and I’m suddenly being hit by waves of guilt. I should stop and explain. Shouldn’t I?

But her response is immediate as my tongue teases her most sensitive spots, eliciting gasps of pleasure that fuel my own arousal. I revel in the feeling of her hands tangling in my hair, the soft strands slipping through her fingers like a waterfall of silk.

Distracted by her perfection, my guilt slips away just as easily.

I sense her anticipation in the way she quivers under my touch, her breath quickening as I continue my ministrations. The sensation of her skin against my lips and the taste of her on my tongue create an intoxicating blend that drives me to delve deeper into this shared ecstasy.

I was right. She tastes just as sweet all over. And now that I’ve had a proper taste of her, I know I’ll never be able to let her go. She’s mine. My brothers think she’s theirs - their fated mate - but they’re wrong.

She. Is. Mine.

I growl against her flesh and her hands tighten in my hair, pulling me closer as she arches her back in response to my touch. Her breaths are shallow, almost like a sigh, which encourages me to continue exploring every inch of her.

The sound of her moans echo around the room, heightening my senses and making my heart race with desire.

As I move my lips to more sensitive areas, she grips me tightly, urging me to go on. Her body trembles under me, and I can tell that she’s on the edge of ecstasy.

I want nothing more than to push her over that edge and give her a pleasure so intense it leaves her breathless.

The scent of her arousal fills the air around us. It’s an intoxicating mixture that clouds my judgement, making me yearn for more. I’ll never tire of her sweet perfume - the perfect musk to compliment me - which is just as well, as I plan on never letting her go.

Her body begins to twitch uncontrollably as she reaches the pinnacle of pleasure. Her moans become louder, each one a flashing neon sign to how close she is to climaxing.

I keep going, determined to bring her even further than she has ever been before.

Part of me wishes I was using my fingers to drive her over the edge, so that I could use my words to coax and encourage her — she seemed to like that when she was swallowing me whole — but her taste is too damn addictive for me to pull away from. It’ll just have to wait until next time.

“Kel!” She gasps. Jealousy drives me to push her harder, higher. If she can call out my brother’s name, anyone’s name, I’m not doing my job properly.

I want her liquified, a panting puddle of goo on the bed when I’m done.

Finally, she cries out in pleasure so intense that it seems to vibrate through the very bones of the motel. There’s no way the whole town didn’t hear her, and satisfaction floods me.

Her body shudders under me as wave after wave of euphoria courses through her. And there, in that moment, I know that my life will never be the same ever again.

As the final tremors subside, she collapses beneath me, her breath still ragged, the waves of pleasure ebbing away. I rest my head on her stomach, listening to the throbbing of her pulse against my ear.

This is what I signed up for - to bring her to such heights of pleasure that she will never forget it.

Her fingers gently stroke my hair gently, a small token of silent gratitude. I smile, feeling the accomplishment sink into me. As the afterglow slowly fades, reality starts to peek in from its hiding spot.

“You...you did...so good,” she breathes out, her eyes drooping shut. “I don’t know how you did it, but...” A soft sigh escapes her lips as she closes her eyes and relives the last few moments.

“Yeah I feel bad. Like I need a do-over.”

“A do-over?”

She can barely catch her breath and she wants to go again already?

“Yeah. I need to suck you again. If what you just gave me was an A star, the best I got was a D.”

I chuckle, pulling her into my arms and kissing her on her nose. “Baby, that was the best goddamn blowjob of my life. If A triple star was a thing, that’s what I’d grade you. It’s me that needs to up my game.”

“Nu-uh.”

“Mmm-hmm. Agree to disagree, baby.”

A yawn escapes her and she relaxes in my arms.

“It’s not over yet,” I whisper under my breath, the fire of desire rekindling within me. My thoughts are a whirlpool of lust and guilt - guilt for deceiving her when she thinks she’s sharing this experience with Kel. But before those thoughts can drown me, I know what I must do - claim her completely, without any hesitation or remorse.

“Unless you’re too tired?”

She shakes her head. “I’m awake. I don’t want to stop.”

Smirking, I kiss her on the lips, loving the sweetness of her taste. “Then neither do I.”

I slowly pull away from her, taking my time to enjoy every moment. My eyes linger on every curve of her body, etching them into my memory. Then, I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You’re still able to talk, so it’s definitely not over yet.”

With that, I trail kisses from her belly button up to her neck, nibbling gently on her skin with each pass. Her moans echo through the room as I continue my ascent, my hands exploring every inch of her.

The feeling of her beneath me is intoxicating; the smoothness of her skin and the way she pulls me closer with every breath is almost too much for me to handle.

“I need you,” she breathes out, her voice shaking slightly as if she’s pleading with me for something more than just sex. But it doesn’t matter what it is, because at this moment, all I can think about is being inside her.

I pause for a moment to take in the sight before me - the way she’s laid out, like a sumptuous banquet waiting to be savoured. But unlike any feast I’ve ever tasted, my desire for this woman is all-consuming.

“You have no idea how much I need you,” I murmur to myself. I want to fuck this woman raw, no barriers between us, but I don’t know if she’d go for that.

As I reach for the bedside table, searching for a condom, she protests with a shake of her head.

“No,” she whispers, pausing for a moment, “I’m…on the pill.”

Her answer ignites a new surge of desire within me. I can’t remember the last time I wanted someone this much. I stop searching for the condom and gaze into her violet eyes, which are shining with trust and desire.

I take her into my arms, holding her close to my body. Her warmth envelops me in an intimate embrace, setting off a chain reaction of sensations in my body.

Her trembling subsides, replaced by a boldness that only comes with truly being desired. I marvel at the way her body responds to me, how every inch of her seems to yearn for more. Her heart is pounding against my chest.

As I position myself at her entrance, I whisper words of encouragement and praise into her ear, hoping to ease any nerves she might have. Her hands grip my back tightly, pulling me closer still until our bodies are fully merged.

With one swift movement, I penetrate her completely, feeling her walls tighten around me in response.

She cries out in pain, and I freeze.

“Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” she gasps. “Just give me a moment to get used to it, okay?”

I nod and withdraw slightly, glancing down at where our bodies are joined. My dick is slick with her arousal, and a bright red streak of blood.

“Shit! You’re hurt!” I say, pulling free. She winces.

“No, I’m fine. I just…haven’t…done this before.”

Her words slowly penetrate the panic fogging my brain, but it still takes a moment for their meaning to compute.

“You’re a virgin?” I stare at her in disbelief. She can’t be.

“I don’t think I am anymore,” she replies, nodding at the smear of blood on my pulsing dick.

Shit. Fuck. Oh my god.

She thinks I’m my brother and I’ve just barrelled my way into her like a bull in a china shop and?—

“Don’t freak out. I’m fine. Well, I will be fine if we can get back to what we were doing. You kinda ruined my buzz when you pulled out.”

“But I wasn’t gentle! I slammed?—”

“Who said anything about me wanting gentle?” she demands. She looks me straight in the eye, daring me to question her words. “I want you,” she says, her voice soft but firm. “All of you.”

I take a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. She’s right, of course; she wants this. And I can’t deny that I want her just as much. But I can’t continue like this, not without making sure she’s okay with what just happened.

“Alright,” I say slowly, “but we need to take it slow from now on. We can’t just rush in like this.”

“If you say so.” She nods her agreement, her eyes still bright with passion and desire. “But I promise, I’m fine. Please?”

I look into her eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or deception. There’s none. Slowly, I bring my body closer to hers, my cock pressing against her entrance once more.

Fuck.

I can never let her go now.

“Are you sure?” I whisper, my voice husky with desire and concern.

She nods again, her eyes never leaving mine. “Yes,” she says softly, reaching up to caress my cheek with her fingers. “I still want you. Nothing’s changed for me.”

Her words are like fuel to my desire, igniting a fire within me that only grows stronger with each passing moment. I can’t resist her any longer. Fuck being chivalrous.

With a deep breath, I push forward, her lips parting to accept me once more.

As I enter her fully, she moans softly, her hands finding purchase on my back as she pulls me closer still. Her body trembles beneath mine and I marvel at the way she responds to me, the way she envelopes me, the way she was made for me.

Her heart pounds against my chest in tempo with our movements, each thrust driving us closer and closer to the edge.

It’s then that she lets out a low moan, her eyes rolling back into her head as she surrenders to the pleasure. And in that instant, I am set alight with an even deeper desire - to bring her to heights she never thought possible.

With renewed vigour, I drive into her again and again until finally, we crest the peak together and plunge over the edge in a crescendo of sheer bliss.

We continue like this for what feels like hours, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we explore each other’s desires and needs. Over and over again we lose ourselves in one another until we finally succumb to exhaustion and slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms.