In an effort to distract her growing need to rip his jeans apart, she smiled and asked, "I didn’t know you knew how to ... fix cars."
She thought she heard him chuckle as she walked past him.
"I’m good with my hands."
She lifted an eyebrow as she wondered what other things those hands were good at. Before she could delve deeper into her own fantasies, she approached the black off-road.
"You like cars?" he asked.
"Not really. But when you travel a lot, you will be forced to know a thing or two about your ride."
"You travel by car?"
"Most of the time."
Her fingers skimmed on the car’s wide bumper.
"Do you like off roads?" she said, in an attempt to change the topic and get her head off the things that he could do with his large calloused hands. Still, it was useless. She could feel him standing just behind her, desire radiating from his body.
And it was devastating her control.
She closed her eyes, inhaling his scent that screamed primitive maleness. She could feel him behind her, standing close, so close.
"You see, I like it rough."
Her pxssy clenched at his remark. "Rough..." she gulped when she heard him chuckle.
"How about you?" he asked.
"I— uh— I don’t really mind driving anything."
"Oh?"
Her cheeks flared at his suggestive answer.
"Yeah— I don’t mind as long as it’s safe."
"I understand."
Goosebumps littered her skin when she felt his hot breath against her ears.
"We— We shouldn’t be doing this..." Drunk with lust, she uttered in a low yearning voice.
"Doing what? Ava?"
"This— "
"Say it," he hissed.
"I— " For crying out loud, the man wasn’t even touching her!
"I’m a witch, Matthew." she reminded him.
"And? Right now do you think that’s going to stop me from ripping your clothes off, Ava?"
She gasped as her heart thundered against her chest. An image of him ripping her clothes off of her flashed through her mind and it set her insides ablaze.
"You hate witches," she whispered slowly, trying to find a way out.
"Funny how you think my hate can stop me from fxcking one." His voice was deep, filled with strong desire. "You don’t even understand it, do you?"
"U— understand what?"
"The things that you do to me. The things that I want to do to you."
She bit her lower lip. This is wrong, she thought. Everything about this is wrong. If she was smart, she would have used her magic and left this place. But she wasn’t smart, was she? freewebnøvel_com
Against her better judgment, she asked, "Then tell me. Tell me the things you want to do to me."
He moved closer.
She gasped in anticipation, as he allowed his erection to cushion against her lower back. His hard length sent her body into a sharp spasm of need.
She shuddered, her knees turning weak.
"First," he growled. "I will kiss you so hard, you won’t even know whose air you are breathing."
Dammit! Her breath hitched. She shivered, thrill pulsated inside her pxssy. Overwhelmed with her senses, she closed her eyes. The heady sensation that erupted from his words made her stomach twist and her pxssy wet.
She gulped.
"T—then?"
"Then, my mouth will do naughty, naughty things to you. Things that will make you crawl and beg. Things that will leave you sore for days..."
"That— "
"Shh..." Matthew silenced her mouth with his thumb. He slowly tilted her head back, making her lean against his chest. Then he used his thumb to part her lips as his other hand held her waist. "Patience love..."
She tried to gulp away the desire that was clouding her mind. She knew she was about to melt into a puddle of lust. Just a little more and she would be begging him to touch her body, to pin her to this car and take her from behind.
She was losing control, she was losing grip of reality.
Her breathing turned shallow when his hand slipped inside her sweater, stroking the bare skin underneath her breasts.
"You got me fucked up, Ava," Matthew said in a low growl. "I wish I could just take you and throw you on my bed. Strip your body like a goddamn present. Fxck your pxssy until your legs are left shaking. Until the only word to leave your lips is my name and mine alone"
She opened her mouth, subconsciously giving his thumb access to her mouth. A moan escaped her throat."
"But first... I will make you feel what hunger feels like."
What?
Then he removed his finger from her mouth as he took a step away from her.
The absence of his heat immediately made her realize her mistake.
She... she gave in.
She let her desire get the best of her. The fervor from his touch made her forget that he was a Lycan and she was a witch.
Her face felt even hotter as she woke herself up from her delirium.
"That— " she struggled to find the right words. It took her a couple of seconds to let her embarrassment settle. "I want to do the spell today," she declared as she avoided her gaze. She couldn’t meet his eyes.
"We can’t do it without another witch..."
"I can." Her words silence him. "I will perform a different spell. It’s not really a tracking spell. It’s uh... something that could get into Amelia’s head."
"You can do that?" he asked. Though she couldn’t sense any doubt from him.
"Yes," she responded with confidence. She agreed to work for him if he needed a witch’s assistance. Meaning, she wouldn’t see him if he didn’t need a witch’s help.
She needed to finish this as soon as possible so she could stop herself from wanting more of him. Yes. She needed to stay away from him.
And maybe buy a new vibrator.
Matthew stared at her for a few seconds before he nodded.
"Very well... let’s do it today. Do you need me to prepare something?"
"Candles and crystals. Of course, a place where no one can disturb us."
A slow sexy smirk appeared on his face. "It shall be done," he said.
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