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

buttocks lifted high.
    Perfect for what he had in mind.
    “This isn’t comfortable,” she muttered.
    “Of course, it is. I’m saving you the strain of supporting me when I fuck you hard.”
    “I don’t like it this way,” she said, her voice muffled against the bedding. “I’m not a dog.”
    “Yes, you do. Your lovely cunt already weeps with pleasure,” he said, tracing her quivering nether lips and drawing moisture on his fingertip.
    “You shouldn’t say things like that. It’s crude,” she said, her tone tart. But her knees widened on the mattress.
    Glad he’d lit fresh candles, he watched her sex gleam with fresh excitement and her thighs tremble. “But it’s to the point, is it not? I thought you preferred plain speaking.”
    “I prefer seeing what’s coming my way,” she said, her voice softer, more tentative this time.
    “Don’t you like surprises?” he drawled and caressed her buttocks, kneading them deeply, parting them for an even better view of her sweet openings.
    “Are you going to keep teasing me?”
    “Such impatience.” He tsked. “Were you so demanding with Tibor, I wonder?”
    “Tibor?”
    “The sheriff. My friend.”
    She jerked away from his hands, trying to close her legs, but his knees kept her open. “He told you? Leave it to a man to brag of his conquests.”
    Geoffrey came over her back, trapping her beneath him. “He didn’t have to say anything,” he whispered into the wildly curling hair beside her ear. “With the scathing looks you gave him, I knew he’d given you pleasure.”
    She turned her face away, her breaths becoming choppy. “I gave you the same look, but I hadn’t intimate knowledge of you yet. You’re squeezing the breath from me!”
    “Liar!” But he eased a bit of his weight from her and glided his cock between her thighs, rubbing her wet sex. “When you looked at me, you trembled. When you looked at him, your gaze held no fear, only the look of a woman who knows him well.”
    Her breath caught, and she gave a tiny moan that she no doubt tried to hold back. “I’m not surprised he elicits scorn from all women.”
    “You know he does not. Many find his brash manner attractive. But from you, there could only be scorn because he did not fully claim you.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of her shoulder then opened his jaws to clasp her with his teeth.
    A shudder racked her body. “I…don’t understand.”
    He released her and nuzzled her shoulder and neck. “Your prickly mien protects a wild heart. You need taming, a bit of breaking to the harness.”
    Her hands fisted in the bedding, and she reared up against him. “I’m not a horse! And I assure you the last thing I want is ‘breaking’—to a harness or to any man’s will!”
    “But you do, my dear,” he said, easily restraining her. “The thought of my mastery is enough to make your sex swell and your juices flow like nectar. Shall I prove it to you?”
    Her lack of reply only hardened his resolve. He’d make her admit she wanted a master. He rose behind her, going to his knees, prepared when she lunged forward to attempt an escape. He grabbed her bottom, digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise and keep her in place.
    “That hurts! Let me go!”
    “You wished to be taken.”
    “Last night, when I thought I still might like you. I know now that I do not!”
    “Then I’ll have to strive harder.” Holding her firm, he bent over her sex and lapped her from the bottom to the top of her quivering cunt.
    “Sweet Jesus!” she moaned, but bucked once more—likely to remind him to continue the “taking”.
    He firmed his jaw and leaned closer, sucking hard on her swollen lips, causing her to wriggle and squirm. Fresh cream seeped from inside her, and he licked that up too.
    She reached behind her, pushing at the top of his head, but when he pointed his tongue and sank into her cunt, her fingers twisted in his hair to hold him closer.
    “Does that please you, sweetheart?