Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance) by Eliza Gayle (the reader ebook txt) 📕

and now. He could ease her into one of the lounge chairs and have her stripped and naked in no time.

Why the fuck not? They were alone and in private. They both wanted it.

When she gasped into his mouth he gentled his movements, easing her backwards. After a few slow paces he reached down, one arm around her waist and one hand on her ample bottom, and lifted her. He carried her like that until he reached the target and leaned her towards the chair. When her ass and back hit the cushions she wrenched her mouth from his.

“Denn—Denn, what are you—what are we doing?” Her words were urgent and breathless.

“I really don’t want to stop, Raven. You feel so good. Warm and soft. Please don’t make me stop.” His hand roamed her hip, sliding underneath the edge of her tank top to the bare skin underneath. Touching her was electric, magnetic, magickal.

“I thought I was the enemy here.” Denn paused at her words. He hadn’t thought about the fact that only a few short weeks ago she nearly killed his brother. At least, not in the last few hours. It was damned difficult to reconcile that she worked for his uncle as a bounty hunter, and yet she was the prophesied one to balance him. Fuck. This makes no sense. He pulled away from her, looking at her lying there with her kiss-swollen lips and exposed belly, the scent of her arousal filling his head.

This couldn’t be wrong. His magick swelled between them, energizing the air around her. Hell, he was no damned saint. He was addicted to a dark magick that few knew he even used. He’d managed to hide just how much he used for years now, convincing himself that it was okay because he used it to save people. But he had always known there were consequences and he did it anyway.

He always thought it a good thing that he stayed so far away from his brothers so they wouldn’t know. He had worried that Cash would, and then he would have his brothers coming down on him, but Cash hadn’t been at full strength, his mind not on his brothers when he left New Orleans and headed west to seek out Selene.

Denn had gotten lucky that time.

Now, looking at the luscious Raven watching him with caution and lust in her eyes, he sensed that she meant no real harm. He decided there would be no holding back this time. He would take the consequences. Besides, who was he to argue with ancient prophecies?

He jerked his shirt over his head and threw it on the ground before easing himself down next to her on the lounge. “Are you my enemy, Raven? Do you really want to kill me or my brothers?” His hands again touched her bare skin, quickly moving her tank top up her torso to expose her tits. They were small and round, fitting perfectly in his hands when he caressed them. They were topped with large perfect pink nipples, and he gave in to the temptation to squeeze and flick them. “Do you?”

“No.” She shook her head violently.

“Then relax.” Again he pinched her tips, and this time he was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and a deep shudder under his hands.

“Mmm, so sensitive. I like that, babe.” He lowered his dark head to take a tight nipple in his mouth, lightly grazing it with his teeth. That elicited a moan from her and he smiled around her flesh. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” she managed in a breathy voice through gritted teeth.

He swirled his tongue around and around, switching from one breast to the next, nibbling and sucking until she writhed underneath him. Touching her like this sent heat zipping through his body but wasn’t nearly enough. He stood and shucked his own jeans before pulling her up and off the chair. Exchanging positions with her, he reached for the waistband of her pants and rolled them down her hips. He leaned down to peel further and the scent of her arousal hit him full force. Sweet, sexy and fucking hot. He kissed her torso just above the dark soft curls barely hiding her sex from his eyes as she stepped out of her pants.

“Can’t wait to taste you.”

She jerked, a sexy hiss escaping her.

His cock ached to bursting to thrust in between her legs, and push its way through her tight opening into the warm heat of her sex. With those thoughts running through his head he stood and leaned into the chair lying down on his back.

He grabbed her hand. “Please, Raven, I can’t wait.” She took a couple of cautious steps toward the chair and he wondered what held her back. She’d gotten under his skin with barely a glance and now he wanted to see her control shattered as much as his. He pulled her roughly down on top of him, ravaging her mouth once again while his hands kneaded her ass.

When her wriggling nestled his cock to the wet opening of her sex, he froze. Holy hell she was so fucking wet. He pushed his thigh between her legs and spread them wide, giving him access to slide his hand between their bodies and into the slick swollen folds of her sex.

“Good Goddess, baby,” he muttered as he shifted under her and settled her down on top of him. She was incredibly tight around him as her body adjusted to accommodate him. Looking at her face, he watched her eyes roll back and her breathing quicken.

“You’re going to scream.”

“No I’m not.”

“I think it just became my life’s mission. To make you scream.”

She laughed. A deep genuine sound that vibrated to his core.

“You’re so damn tight, I’m afraid to move.”

Her gaze returned to his and a sly smile passed over her lips. “Then let me.” She rested her hands on his chest and did exactly that. She lifted herself off of his cock until