Lord Grim's Witch (a medieval romance novelette) Read Online Free PDF

had enough wits about her to ask.
    “Because I’m going to hurt you. I have to move, woman.”
    “Please,” she said, her voice rising as he withdrew and thrust back inside, this time dragging against her inner walls. “It isn’t as though I haven’t done this before—”
    Not like I didn’t do this last night!
    Liquid melted from inside her, surrounding him in heat, lubricating his motions as he rocked forward and back, jerking slightly each time he delved toward her womb.
    “You’re too small,” he said, gritting his teeth.
    “Nonsense,” she said, reaching out to grasp the bedding in her fists, feeling as though she needed to hold onto something lest she be swept away by the gathering storm. “I’m just not accustomed to this. Pray continue.”
    A gust of laughter was followed by another harsh, forward thrust, then another, deeper, harder, until she lost track of his movements. She only knew the heat within her channel was increasing, the ache intensifying.
    Gradually, her hips joined his rhythm, her breaths gusting in time with his. They danced against each other, thrusting, melting, thighs tensing. Gisele’s belly quivered and tension built deep inside her core.
    When he began a circular movement that screwed his cock in and out of her, her back arched off the bed, and she cried out.
    He slammed forward and back, faster, harder—deeper than she thought possible for her body to accept, yet still she wanted more. “Please,” she begged. “Oh please, more!”
    A deep growling roar tore from him as he hammered faster. Sweat gleamed on his chest and abdomen. The sight of him, straining and fierce, ignited a womanly pride she hadn’t known she possessed. She’d inspired this ferocity.
    The bed creaked, and his harsh strokes drove the breath from her, and then suddenly that elusive dark wave of ecstasy swept over her, tightening her feminine muscles around his thick cock and thrusting her over the edge. He shouted as liquid spurted, bathing her womb and channel with his essence.
    Gisele fell back to Earth to find the dark lord’s head nestled in the corner of her shoulder, his arms still hooked beneath her thighs, and his breath rasping loudly.
    Filled to the brim once again with the moist evidence of a man’s attraction and his still-throbbing cock, she wondered why she’d denied herself this joy for so long and whether she could coax him into repeating the act soon.
    She spared only a passing thought for the handsome sheriff, a quick comparison of the delights he’d offered against their overlord’s dark passion. How lucky could one woman be to know two such different but powerful lovers in less than the space of one day?
    *
    The woman’s snores woke him. They were soft, and her mouth opened with each breath. He almost laughed, but was sure she wouldn’t appreciate his amusement at her expense. She was a prickly little thing.
    Her “prickles” were what had drawn his interest in the first place. Accustomed to women fawning over him, her initial resistance had incited a powerful desire. Memory of her lusty sensuality had him prodding her sex with his engorged cock. Would she even waken before he thrust into her from behind?
    Her cunt moistened his crown, and he snuggled his thick thighs flush with the backs of her slender ones and flexed his hips to enter her.
    “Milord!” she exclaimed, coming fully awake, her hand reaching behind to grasp his leg.
    But she didn’t push him away; instead her bottom nestled closer, and her thighs parted to aid his entry.
    Suddenly, he wanted more—deeper penetration, more ease of movement—and to unsettle her once again.
    He withdrew and rolled her to her stomach, grabbing pillows to shove beneath her belly.
    Gisele gasped and tried to rise on her hands and knees to crawl forward to escape him, but he hooked an arm around her belly and added another pillow. When he was done, he arranged her squirming body until it was draped over the mound of pillows and her