Acting Witchy (Witch Hunters) by Thayer King Page B

studied her face. “Are you sure?”
    “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
    He peppered her mouth with light teasing kisses before nibbling her earlobe. He found a particularly sensitive spot on her neck that had her panting. When he suckled her nipples, she’d had enough. The quicker this was done, the better. “You don’t have to do that. I’m ready.”
    “I want to do this. And more.” Sean cupped her knee. His fingers made their way up to the apex of thighs. He palmed her pussy and her breath hitched. “Since the scene we did, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about tasting you—for real.”
    It was too close to her dream for her to withstand seeing his head buried between her legs. “No, I can’t wait.”
    Sean arched a brow. “Tell me you want me.”
    “I want you.”
    He smiled. “Just checking.” He rolled over and stood with his back to her. He opened the nightstand drawer. She heard the tearing of plastic and was relieved. She hadn’t thought to bring condoms but she definitely needed the added barrier between them.
    When he turned, she got her first good look at him. She wet her lips nervously. His cock was big. Huge. It was then that the first stirring of doubt niggled its way into her brain. He wasn’t just large in inches. He was also thick. She swallowed. He smiled. Bastard! He liked frightening her.
    She shook her hair back and challenged him with her look. She had some difficulty holding onto her defiance as he covered her. He rubbed his cock over her entrance briefly before fitting himself to her, and then he began thrusting himself home. “Spread your legs wider.”
    She spread her legs as far as she could. She would not cry. She would not. Her portal was weeping with want, but his entry was still difficult. She bit her lip to hold in a whimper as he entered her more deeply.
    “Look at me.” As her eyes met his, he buried himself to the hilt. The pleasure was so strong that she almost begged him to stop. He filled her completely. So deep in my belly , she thought. And then he began to fuck her , roughly making his way through her tight tissues, molding her pussy to his cock .
    He buried his face in her neck. His hands cupped her hips, tilting them into his thrusts and holding her steady for his intense fucking. Her breasts bounced from the force of his exertions. She was very aware of the tingling sensations in her nipples as they grazed his chest.
    Her body was tightening far too swiftly. The coil in her belly was growing at an alarming rate. Each thrust of his body into hers was pushing her to a frightening peak. In and out, over and over, he claimed her. She had been wrong to think that she could withstand sex with him without succumbing to her own orgasm. He was moving faster and harder. Dear, God . Her toes were starting to curl. She gritted her teeth. She had to survive this.
    “Stop!” She pushed at his shoulders. “Stop! Please, God, Sean, please stop!”
    His growl was savage. “What?” He pulled back a fraction so that he could see her face. His breathing was ragged. “If you’re trying to change your mind, it’s too late. I don’t have the willpower to pull out.” His voice was guttural, much deeper than usual. His eyes flashed brightly for a brief second, revealing his true nature. It signaled a loss of control that he could allow such a slip.
    “No, it’s not that. I just need some time to catch my breath.”
    His expression was incredulous. “Catch your breath? You were close.”
    What could she tell him that he would believe? She couldn’t tell him the truth. She’d never had any intentions of finding pleasure in his bed. She’d merely wanted to give him what he wanted so he would leave her alone. “I was feeling overwhelmed,” she whispered.
    “Good sex can do that to you.” Sean was done talking. He drove his cock into her particularly hard. She cried out with shock and pleasure.
    He wasn’t gentle with her at all. He hooked her knees over