I’m not sure what it means, but my system is still unsettled.
“You need a hug,” the little witch says, wrapping her arms under mine. Her hands come to rest on the tops of my shoulders from behind, and she presses her front even more firmly to mine. “Maybe a foot massage would help? I don’t know, but it helps me feel better when Annex gives me one.”
I can’t help but to laugh. She’s a very sweet little witch. Having anyone touch my feet doesn’t seem appealing in the least, but I would be open to licking and sucking every inch of her body. Although there are other areas that I would prefer to focus on.
Starting with her lips might be nice.
My nostrils flare as I breathe in her scent, and I blink repeatedly as I attempt to determine why she smells so familiar. Not her scent per se, it’s more the overly saccharine undertones.
Living for thousands of years has exposed me to many things, but for whatever reason, I can’t recall whatever is on the tip of my tongue.
The next thing I know, I’m turning to the side and laying Hazel down across the couch cushion. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t shove me away as I kneel between her thighs. My mouth dips lower, my eyes zooming in on her plush, pink lips.
“Oh, um, okay, so if you’re planning to kiss me, I really think we need to have a conversation first. I mean, I don’t know if that’s where this is headed, but it kinda feels like?—”
“Hazel?”
“Yes?”
“Shut up and let me kiss you.”
She blinks repeatedly. “I would be okay with that, but I really think I have to?—”
“I already know you’re fucking the incubus,” I remind her.
Her mouth opens, but she told me she was fine with me kissing her, so I shove my tongue in between her parted lips.
Hazel’s hands tighten on my back, and she doesn’t shove me away.
I believe that’s a good sign.
It’s a battle as we both fight for dominance of the kiss, but I give up control, allowing her to lead. She’s a wiggly thing, squirming under me as I fight the urge to melt into her.
My cock hardens as her tongue teases mine, and her fingers dig into my back, pulling me closer. It’s a good thing that she seems to want me too. The maddening woman is all I’ve been able to focus on since I first laid eyes on her, and the sizzle that passes between us every time we touch only intensifies the longer our tongues dance.
She’s warm and soft. Her scent is delicate and feminine, and I ache to slide inside her. I’m fairly sure we’re nowhere close to being at that level just yet, but the way she squirms under memakes me ache to pin her to the couch while I rut into her like a beast.
Her nails rake down my back over my shirt as she whimpers against my lips, and my head turns into a hazy mess of lust.
Dammit.
I’m an angel.
I’m supposed to be above giving in to my base desires.
Apparently I’m not.
Hazel pulls her hands between us, working my belt. Things are moving quickly. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I also don’t have the strength to put a stop to whatever this is.
I pull from the kiss, bumping her head to the side. My nose is obsessed with her scent, and logic tells me it will be strongest around her throat. Nosing her hair to the side, I lick and suck down her lithe neck. Her pheromones are heavier than I’ve ever scented them, and my body responds accordingly, hardening in response. Not just my dick, either. My muscles tighten to avoid grinding against her.
“Why don’t you siphon us upstairs?” she murmurs.
“Angels call it shimmering,” I clarify, focusing my intent.
We land upstairs, but in Hazel’s room rather than mine.
I blink in confusion.
