Sage rolled her eyes. “So, you’re horny and since I’m the one standing here, I’ll do?” She heard the bitterness in her voice and flinched. “Sorry. You’re the one with a curse. I shouldn’t…” She shrugged away the rest of the words, unable to articulate them.
He looked at her, his gaze thoughtful. She watched his stance change. The air around him seemed to electrify. Something dark and hot filled his gaze as he sauntered toward her. Pure seduction.
“Wait. Just…wait.” Her heart hammered fiercely. She couldn’t deny that Ravin was gorgeous. And truth be told, he probably knew exactly how to melt her coldness. He surely knew how to make her burn. Oh, to feel the heat of desire!
“You can’t hide from me.” His smooth, deep voice slid over her like incandescent silk. She felt wrapped in it, consumed by it. “I know what you want. Admit it to yourself. Admit it to me.”
She shook her head, her body trembling. An unfamiliar feeling sparked in her belly, a low flame stoked by his sensual stroll, his smoky words, his I-want-you gaze. Such a gorgeous liar, you are, Ravin Cross.
“What if I wished you to have sex with someone else?” Then he could make love to other willing women and leave her alone.
He shook his head. “You opened the locket, Sage. I can only sleep with you.”
“Well, what if I watched?”
His slow grin made the heavy heat trapped in her belly flare brightly. Her breath quickened as he stood scant inches from her, daring her to resist him.
“Ah, a voyeur.” He didn’t touch her. No, he tormented her with that…that look. His gaze was purple flame. Oh Goddess. What promises he made with those eyes.
And she was weakening.
“Are you saying that one of your fantasies is to watch me pleasure another woman?” He tilted his head. “You want me to hold another woman in my arms and remove her clothes? Mmm. I would touch her everywhere with my hands and with my tongue. I would stroke her soft skin until she writhed and moaned and begged.”
She stood mute, her heart trilling to the low, hot sound of his words.
“Yes, my lovely mistress. For you, I would suck her nipples until they ached. And while I played with her breasts, I would put my fingers into her tight…juicy…cunt.”
The gasp escaped her knotted throat. Wild need thrummed in her groin. Even when his eyes flickered with triumph, she couldn’t stop responding to the images he painted.
“I would make her slick for me, slick for my cock.” He leaned down, his mouth so close to hers that she felt his breath ghost her lips. “Would you watch while I slid inside her, my lovely one? Would you watch while I fucked her, bringing her to pleasure again and again?”
Her breath stalled in her lungs, her heart fluttering like a bird trying to escape its gilded cage. “Ravin…”
“Do you want me to do those things to another woman, mistress?” His eyes flared with challenge. “Or shall I do them to you?”
Ravin Cross stared at the lovely woman as her expressive face ran the gamut of emotions. He’d seen the lust flicker in her green eyes and he recognized the loneliness she harbored. Naïve, this one. She had offered to break his curse—and she would. He would be free…and she would be in the locket.
She looked at him, her green eyes wide. Remorse flickered in those mossy depths. Hmmm. She wanted him but she would not take him. He knew the signs of a woman’s desire. Why could she not enjoy what he could offer?
Ah. Why not indeed?
Gathering his sex magic and readying his seductive skills, Ravin pulled her into his arms. His kiss was not a gentle supplication but a conquering of her mouth. Her tongue retreated from his, but he gave her no recourse. She would surrender. The sex magic tingled around him, expectant and ready. Ever so slowly, he unleashed its power.
Soon they were both enveloped in a sparkling purple cloud.
Heat. Need. Lust.
An ancient rhythm undulated throughout their bodies. The primal call was mindless. It hungered for pleasure. Ravin shuddered as the magic wound through him and his mistress.
Be mine, little witch.
He knew the moment her resistance broke. With a ragged exhalation, her fingers dug into his shoulders as she desperately met his expert plundering. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, flicking, swirling. She tasted like raspberries, ripe and sweet. She groaned and he swallowed the sound, triumphant.
She rubbed against his chest. The plain blue material of her simple dress was too thin to hide the hardness of her nipples. He clawed at the garment’s edge. He stopped kissing her long enough to strip off the insidious clothing and toss it to the cave floor.
Thunder rumbled, offering primordial music to the two lovers. The crashing rain seemed to echo their frantic movements. Ravin knew that his desperation centered on the end of his servitude, but what was the reason for Sage’s frenzy? He sensed her capitulation was more than surrendering to lust.
Her hands were everywhere on him, touching, stroking. His ability to think faded and Ravin immersed in her smell, her taste, her touch. Her lips dragged across his throat, tasting his collarbone before swiping the contours of his pectorals.
Desire thudded in his heart, in his cock. Oh yes, he knew well the intensity of sexual need. Over the last five hundred years, he had felt that sensual ache for many lovers. Rich, poor, tall, short, plump, thin, married, single…blondes, brunettes, redheads…now, all faceless, all wisps of memories. None had given him more than physical pleasures. None had loved him.
As Ravin went through each practiced motion of touch and movement with Sage, he increased the sex magic. His new mistress would know exquisite pleasure. If he had nothing else in his life, at least he had these few precious moments of human connection.
Too bad such feelings always evaporated.
He slipped one finger into Sage’s pussy and smiled. Goddess, she was wet. He pressed against her clit and was rewarded by her low moan.
“Sage?” He nipped her earlobe. “I want you. But I cannot have you unless you say, ‘Ravin, I want you to fuck me.’”
For incentive, he cupped her buttocks and lifted her. The purple cloud pulsed around them, the magic filling their bodies with savage urgency. Ravin had more mental control than Sage, but he still burned with need.
Sage wrapped her legs around his waist and sank her teeth into his shoulder, her hands fluttering down his arms like manic birds. Oh yes. That’s right, little witch. Want me.
He pushed his cock against the slick folds of her cunt. “Make the wish.”
Wildly, she bucked and clawed, panting and moaning. Ravin grew impatient with her silence. He wanted to plunge into her tight cunt and fuck her until they both came. But he could not do so without her permission. He could bend the so-called rules and limitations of his curse, but he could not complete a carnal act without his mistress uttering the actual wish.
What was she waiting for, damn it? He felt the pleasurable torment of Sage’s soft body writhing against his. He pushed his cock between her slickened pussy lips.
Sage leaned away from him, threw back her head, and moaned. Her legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into his buttocks.
He thrust again, and again, and again, making sure his cock bumped her clit every time. Then he stilled.
“No!” she cried. “Don’t stop!”
Instead of giving in to her frustrated pleas, he bent his head and sucked one of her berry nipples into his mouth. He laved at the tight bud, scraping his teeth across the tip.
“That feels divine,” she whispered.
Smiling, Ravin paid lascivious attention to her other nipple. He tortured those succulent, sweet breasts. She tasted so good.
She felt even better.
The sex magic intensified. The cloud surrounding them deepened from light purple to deep violet. The playful tingles turned to near painful zaps. Goddess! He had to get inside her. Now.
“Sage,” he begged in a ragged whisper, “say the words that will let me have you. Please!”
“I w-want you to fuck me.”
Ravin positioned his cock at the entrance of her cunt, pushing just inside it. “That’s good, my beautiful Sage. Very good. Do you want my cock inside your pussy?”
“Yes,” she admitted in trembling voice.
“Do you want to come on my cock?”
She nodded.
“Then tell me, little witch.”
Breathing hard, her limbs quivering, she looked at him, her green eyes shining like wet emeralds. “I want your cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me. And I want to come on your cock.”
With a victorious cry, Ravin drove inside her. She was slick, tight and—holy hell!
Sage screamed. Clutching his shoulders, she shouted, “Stop! Please!”
Ravin gritted his teeth and pushed the rest of the way inside. He gathered her into his arms and held her, allowing her time to adjust to the newness of a cock penetrating her. A virgin. He had thought her inexperienced and naïve, but…virginal? Regret arrowed through him.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t know.” He pressed kisses into her hair. “Oh, Sage. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Forgive me.”
“I didn’t tell you.” She pressed her face against his chest and clung to him, seeking his reassurance, his protection. “It’s not your fault.”
At that moment, an emotion he thought long dead unfurled like an enemy’s flag. The icy crust imprisoning his heart cracked, shattered and fell away.
For the first time in five hundred years he felt warmth where there had only been cold. As the sex magic vibrated around them, waiting, Ravin stroked Sage’s back, nuzzling her neck, whispering reassurances. And all the while, he marveled at these new emotions.
He cared. He cared for Sage.
How was it possible? Had not Krenna destroyed his ability to give a damn about anyone? He had loved the enchantress more than anything, more than anyone. He had sacrificed everything for her.
And her idea of gratitude had been to trick him into the locket she had once inhabited. He had born her curse for the last half millennium. And because Sage was the first one to call him in his five-hundredth year of servitude, she would take his place. Before Krenna’s treachery, he would’ve had neither the skill nor the stomach for trapping an innocent into such a heinous bargain.
But that was certainly no longer the case.
“Should we stop?” Sage asked.
Ravin shook off his wandering thoughts. His cock felt gripped by a velvet fist. He wanted very much to finish what they had started. But even if he had not wanted to do so, it was too late. Sage had verbalized her wish.
“You’ve made your wish—I must grant it,” he said. “I must fuck you, little witch. And I must make you come on my cock.”
She looked at him, tears glittering in her eyes. “It hurts too much.”
“I will kiss it and make it better.”
Doubt seeped into her gaze but he only smiled. “Trust me.”
Chapter Two
Sage sucked in a shuddering breath as she tried to calm herself. Pain throbbed in her vagina, though she was getting used to the full feeling of Ravin’s cock inside her.
He whispered a spell and big, luxurious furs piled onto the cave floor. Slowly, Ravin withdrew from Sage, but he gently held her so that her trembling legs didn’t touch the ground. He scooped her into his arms then knelt on the furs and put her on top of them.
“Relax,” he said, drawing his fingers down her quivering thighs. “I promise that for now, you will know only pleasure.”
He whispered another spell and conjured a wet cloth. He washed both her and himself. Within seconds, the blood evidence of her virginity was washed away from both of them.
One of his hands drifted up her rib cage to cup her breast. She let the tension ease from her body as she focused on his light touches. He seemed in no hurry, and with the fierce storm still howling outside the cave, it appeared they had all the time in the world.
Sage, what are you doing?
She was crazy. She had given a stranger, a cursed wizard no less, her virginity. Both of her sisters had lost their virginity with their husbands. Though younger witches weren’t bound by the same rules of conduct as the eldest daughters, she had not indulged in casual sex.
No matter how much she tried to respond to Nadrin, she had never felt enflamed at his words, his touch. Nothing he could do moved her to passion.
But Ravin had done so.
He gazed at her stiffening nipples. He brushed one peak with his fingertip. “You are beautiful.”
“Don’t lie to me.” She placed her hand on his and flattened it against her breast. His fingers curved around her flesh, his palm felt warm against her aching nipple. She met his gaze steadily, though her heart raged. “I can forgive almost anything, Ravin…except an untruth.”
“You believe that when I speak of your beauty, I am lying?”
“I know my own worth,” she said. “I don’t have low self-esteem and I don’t need or want empty flattery. I know that I’m too thin and too pale, small-chested, and height-challenged.”
“You’ve given your appearance some thought, have you?”
“I try to face reality. I feel it’s just as important to know my weaknesses as it is to know my strengths.”
“Have you considered that your body is like the supple branches of the willow tree? Your skin isn’t pale but rather the color of morning cream. Small-chested? I think not.” He cupped her breasts. She lacked the cleavage enjoyed by her older sisters. Yet, looking at and feeling Ravin’s hands paying homage to her B-cups, she didn’t exactly feel inadequate in that area.
“Well,” she said breathlessly, “what about my height?”
He grinned. “That, I agree with.”
“Oh…you!” Her ire was short-lived.
He looked at her as if she were the rarest gem ever uncovered. That kind of emotion she’d never seen in Nadrin’s eyes. For the first time, she wondered if maybe the elf had never inspired her passion because he was not truly passionate about her. She had been only a passing fancy, not his heart’s desire.
“We are in strangely wonderful circumstances,” said Ravin. “I wish I had been able to properly woo you, Sage. You deserve more than cursed wizards and carnal wishes. You deserve…love.”
All the breath left her body in one big whoosh. His words undid her knots of doubt and turned her insides to warm mush. She would know the fervor, the pleasure of lovemaking. No, not love, but still a gift she would cherish. “Do you believe that we only have lust to share?”
“No,” he said softly. “Not only lust.” His gaze returned to her breasts. His tongue swiped his lower lip and Sage tingled all the way to her toes. She wanted his mouth on her breasts. On her stomach and thighs and…Great Goddess! Sage had drifted along the currents of her life. Like a leaf twirling on a rushing stream, she simply went where she was taken. But this, whatever this was with Ravin, had been a choice. Her deliberate choice.
Emotion burst, breaking through her dam of complacency. The surge left her breathing jagged and her body shaking. “Ravin…”
“Yes, my little witch. I know.” He leaned forward and nipped her flesh, trailing a wet line to her breast. Teasing the taut peak with flicks of his tongue, he drew the bud into his mouth and suckled. Sage arched, moaning. His hand found her other breast, his fingers cupping and kneading, pinching the nipple until it tightened and ached under his experienced touch. Liquid heat scorched her, pooling in the center of her thighs.
Sage no longer wanted to think, to analyze, to care about wizards, wishes or consequences. Her body buzzed with an intense, unknown feeling.
Then Ravin slid on top of her, his arousal hard against her belly.
Anxiety wound through her. Goddess, she was unnerved. Never had she’d been fully naked with a man, not even Nadrin. She took her lead from Ravin, pressing her hands along his back, feeling the hard contours of his muscles. Her hands stopped just shy of his buttocks.
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nbsp; He chuckled. His violet eyes held challenge. “I am yours, Sage. And I welcome your touch…everywhere.”
She cupped his buttocks and squeezed, grinning up at him. He rewarded her bravery by covering her lips with his. His mouth courted hers with fierce need and raw desire. Only after he made her entire body tremble, her wet, swollen pussy evidence of her need, did Ravin release her lips.
He rose up on his elbows. “Time to keep my promise.”
“Promise?”
“To kiss it and make it better.”
He slid down between her legs, his big hands coasting along her sides. Sage squirmed as he settled at the vee of her thighs.
Just what did he plan to do?
When she felt his mouth scrape her right hip, she nearly jumped out of her skin. His kisses along her lower stomach made her frantic. Surely he wasn’t going to…to put his mouth there?
He breathed hotly on her pussy, and then dipped down to kiss her pubic bone. His tongue wiggled across her clitoris.
“Oh!” She nearly levitated off the bed of furs.
Ravin repeated the sensual gesture. The hot breath, the wet kiss, the flickering tongue…yes, he did it again and again until she thought she would die. A sweet tension built inside. It tightened and pulsed but refused to give way.
He parted her with gentle fingers and licked the juices pearled on her cunt. Then she felt his tongue slip inside her. He held on to her thighs and pushed his tongue in and out of her pussy. Surprisingly, it felt…good.
She clutched at his head, her fingers sifting through his long, purple hair, and lifted her hips to meet each of his tongue thrusts. One finger touched her clit then flicked it repeatedly.
Awash in sensation, abandoning doubt to the strange feeling of being worshiped, Sage opened herself to Ravin.
His hands grasped her thighs and drew her close as he licked and kissed his way to her clitoris. Pulling the nub into his mouth, he sucked it hard, flicking with his tongue.
Pleasure coiled in her pussy.
“What’s…happening…”
“Let go, Sage,” he whispered against her sensitive flesh. “I want to taste you.”
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