Enforcer Ensnared (3 page)

For one shining moment,
Blade thought she would feed them to him. He loved to lick, suck and nibble her
breasts. They were any sane and healthy wizard’s wet dream.
Soft,
creamy skin with pert, long nipples that reacted to the slightest warm breath
or casual touch.
To Blade’s eyes, they were perfection itself.

Instead of fulfilling his
desperate desire, she heightened his anticipation by caressing herself with
nimble, knowing fingers. A small but noticeable shudder arched through
Ange’s
body as she reacted to her own touch. A gasp fell
from her luscious lips.

Blade watched, utterly
ensnared as her head lolled back, her eyes closed and her hair cascaded down
her spine to caress her smooth skin.

Blade’s mouth had totally
dried and his tongue felt thick as he watched her pleasure herself. Never
before had the play of slender female hands cupping and kneading a delicious
set of breasts appeared so erotic to his eyes.

Small, exquisite moans
filled his bedroom as she lost herself in obviously arousing sensations. His
arms shook with the need to reach out and touch her, to place his dark hands
over hers and feel her tremors of pleasure as she touched herself. Never had he
needed to restrain himself before, and Blade found the experience novel,
frustrating—and unbearably sensual.

Finally he used the only
weapon left in his arsenal, his voice.

“I want to put my hands
everywhere on your body.” He spoke deeply, his tone as sexy as he could make
it. “Feel the fullness of your breasts and their heat in my palms. I want to
feel
you squeeze your nipples and have your hands twitch in pleasure in mine.
Then I want to replace my hands with my mouth, my lips and my teeth.”

Blade felt satisfaction
ripple through him as
Ange
shuddered yet again. This
time, though, it was his velvet voice caressing and drawing these feelings from
her. His decadent fantasies all came rushing to the front of his mind and Blade
used them to turn her on.

“Not fair,” she
whispered,
her tone husky as she tried—and failed—to glare
at him. Blade grinned.

“I promised not to touch
you, not to keep silent,” he pointed out smugly, proud of his logic in still
keeping to the letter of his vow.
Ange
groaned but
nodded as her hands ran lightly over her chest, massaging herself and playing
particular attention to her nipples.

“I want to lift you up in
my arms, feel your strength beneath my palms, your muscles flexing alongside my
body,” Blade continued huskily. “But then, as you give yourself to me, you
soften. Did you know that, babe? It’s like you fight me and then give in to
yourself,
and me as well. You’re
so
supple as you slide onto me, swallowing my prick deeply inside your clenching
cunt.
Wet and hot and tight as a vise as you squeeze me.”

Now Blade was turning
himself on. He licked his dry lips, drew in a deeper breath and continued as he
drank in the lithe length of
Ange’s
body.

“I’d let you ride me,
sweetheart,” he challenged her, “let you set the pace and find the angle that
hits all your most sensitive parts. Already I’m hard as a rock just picturing
it. You don’t need to win a bet to do what you want with me.”

“Because you’re so
malleable,” she teased, breathless as her eyes laughed at him. “You follow
commands and direction so well.”

Blade laughed, unable to
deny her comment. He didn’t follow commands or orders well—it was a reason he
had struggled before joining the Enforcers. He loathed answering to anyone or
having to do as he was told. She was similar to him in that respect. It was yet
another point where they understood intimately where the other was coming from.

“And like you’re some
meek, perfect little angel?” he countered as he grinned.

Ange
laughed and conceded the point.

“You’ll let me set the
pace?” she repeated, staring deeply into his eyes. Blade nodded, more than
willing to let her take control in the manner she seemed to want tonight.
Ange’s
gaze searched his face. She must have found it, as a
moment later she nodded, her dark hair swishing along her back.

She leaned forward and
she placed her hands on his shoulders to balance herself. Rocking her hips
forward she naughtily ran her pussy lips along the long, warm edge of his cock,
stroking him passionately with her body.

Almost instantly Blade’s
hands settled on
Ange’s
waist and he lifted her,
angling himself so he could thrust deeply inside her wet pussy. Her arms flexed
and she gently rocked her hips back, countering his move.

“My pace,” she reminded
him.

With a grunt, Blade
nodded and gentled his grip. She bent down to kiss him and, as her soft lips
touched his, the fire in his belly ignited and his hips jerked up again,
enjoying the softness of her skin against his length.

One of Blade’s hands
reached up to cup her cheek as they kissed. His lips parted and his tongue
reached out to lightly trace her lips. She tasted faintly of the coffee they
had lingered over after their meal, the bitterness mingling with her naturally
sweet and spicy taste.

After a moment, she
parted her lips to suck his tongue inside her mouth, closing them and sucking
as her own tongue tangled and toyed with his. They parried together, each
giving and taking in a heated exchange that had Blade’s toes curling and his
hands clenching harder to hold her tightly.

Her fingers trailed up
and down his chest, teasing his nipple and sending small sparks of electricity
over his skin. When they were both panting hard, struggling to catch their
breath, she lowered her hands to stroke his erection, fisting him. Her fingers
looked small clasped around his cock. Up and down she tugged him until she
reached a quick rhythm and his hips started to cant in time to her thrusts.

“
Ange
,”
he pleaded hoarsely, “come on, babe. I’m burning up here.”

“But I love to watch you
burn,” she murmured. “Your eyes go black and you almost look as if you could
lose control. I love to watch you splinter and fly into a million pieces—it
makes me think you might sprout wings and fly away.”

“If you don’t put my
prick fully inside you,” he answered with a short half nod down to his cock,
“I’ll be
splashing
all over you, not splintering, sweetheart.”

Ange
laughed and continued to stroke him,
the pad of her thumb circling his large,
swollen
head.
She collected the juices seeping from his slit and rubbed them around his tip
and down the length of his shaft. Figuring turnabout was fair play, Blade
lowered his hand to her hot pussy, his fingers delicately tracing along the
seam of her labia.

Finding her slick with
cream, he stroked her steadily,
then
fingered her
clit.
Ange
arched her back with a small gasp and he
grinned
his approval. Slipping one thick digit inside her
body, he continued to stroke her clit, working her into a fever of
anticipation.

She rocked back and
forth, eagerly pumping herself on his fingers.

“You just can’t leave it
alone, can you?” she half chastised, half laughed against his lips. For a
moment Blade had no idea what she was referring to, but then he realized that
while he was letting her set the pace, he wasn’t making it easy for her to do
so by finger-fucking her. He laughed and continued to finger her, adding a
second digit to stretch her tight inner walls.

“A man’s only got so much
patience, babe,” he confessed. “Especially when those nipples of yours call to
my lips and tongue, and your pussy is dripping its juices. Since I’m being
honest here, I can freely admit that I have an urgent craving to lap at your
cream all night long. What’s a red-blooded wizard to do?”

Ange
merely groaned and lifted herself
up, gingerly pulling his hand free. She paused for a moment as if in thought,
then brought his hand to his lips. Eagerly he licked one finger, sucking it
inside his mouth and murmuring his appreciation for her taste. Then, wickedly,
he rubbed his other finger over her lips.

Positioning herself so
his bobbing cock head sat lodged in her entrance, she grinned naughtily as she
lowered her hands to hold his prick steady. Rubbing him up and down her slick
entrance, she taunted them both for a moment before finally lifting then
lowering herself onto his thick shaft with excruciating slowness.

She sank slowly onto him,
her pussy wet and tight as she clenched around him. Inch by thick inch, his
cock breached her passage. Blade shifted a hand to grasp the back of her neck so
he could angle her head and capture her lips. He kissed her passionately. All
his love, lust and desire poured forth furiously into her, the exchange of
their magical energy adding more depth and excitement to their lovemaking.

Ange
set a hard, furious rhythm between
them, which Blade had no problem joining and maintaining. Their bodies slapped
together as their passion grew. Back and forth they exchanged light, nipping
kisses. Feathery caresses sent jolts of pleasure across the tips of his
fingers. She used faint strokes to tease and tempt him to the edge of insanity.

They looked into each
other’s eyes, watching small twitches, capturing groans of pleasure and
rediscovering sensitive zones they both particularly enjoyed. Blade ran his
fingers delicately down the length of
Ange’s
spine,
loving the way she shivered with delicious abandon. He knew how much she loved
that—the last time he had touched her thus she’d almost leaped from the bed, so
sensitive was her spine.

“Circe,” she moaned, her
back arched deliciously. “I’m nearly there.”

Her walls tightened
around him and Blade almost lost control. Grunting, he thrust up harder.
Reaching back down to stroke her clit, he kissed her tenderly.

“Come for me,” he purred
against her soft lips.
“Only for me, babe.”

“Come with me,” she
urged, the words staccato and almost a command. “I want us together.
Partners in crime.”

Blade opened his mouth,
about to argue. He wanted her to come first, wanted to watch those delicious
changes of expression cross her face as she found her climax. Surprise, wonder,
lust and a tenderness so sweet and pure it touched his heart and wound
invisible fingers deep into his soul.

Of course he also
selfishly wanted her to come so he could ride her fiercely through to a second
climax and push her harder and faster into the pinnacle of her pleasure.

Almost seeming to read
his mind,
Ange
clenched her inner muscles tightly.
Her cunt squeezed him like a nipping mouth, suckling him until Blade had to
shut his eyes against the blinding pleasure.

Losing control of
himself, he roared with primal, base pleasure. He flipped them both over on the
large bed, pushing
Ange
down into the soft sheets and
firm mattress. Lifting her slim legs over his shoulders and opening her fully
in one quick move, Blade took over his witch as she in turn consumed him
completely. He pulled his cock out of
Ange’s
slick,
hot pussy with a quick, ragged movement and thrust into her in a hard, fierce
push, penetrating her to her very core.

Over and over he moved
within her, a man possessed by sexual frenzy. She gasped for breath, her pale
face flushing crimson. The color ran down her neck to cover the tops of her
gorgeous breasts.
Ange
continued to clench her inner
muscles and caress the tip of his prick.

Blade pounded into her,
his momentum pressing her farther up the bed as they writhed against each
other.
Ange’s
body bowed and her head pressed back
into the mattress. A long, low wail fell from her lips and grew into a scream
as her body contracted painfully tight around his erect staff. Throughout it
all he continued to possess her lithe body, riding through her climax until his
orgasm caught him by surprise, overtaking him swiftly.

Pleasure exploded in his
balls. A warm detonation began in his belly and spiraled out and up until his
fingertips tingled as they held
Ange’s
hips steady
while he continued to pump his cock deeply into her. Roaring his release, Blade
threw his head back, his neck exposed and arched as he came hard.

As he penetrated her to
the hilt, he could feel hot ribbons of his seed shoot from his cock, his
essence filling her pussy. Finally, after what simultaneously felt like forever
and only a few heartbeats, he relaxed, drained of everything he had to give.

Breathless, heaving to
draw oxygen into his lungs, Blade collapsed to his side so as not to squash
Ange
. His witch was strong, lithe and built like an
athlete, but Blade had more than a few inches on her in height and his large,
muscled body outweighed hers by almost a hundred pounds. His witch could not be
described as delicate or petite, but should he unintentionally collapse on her
he would undoubtedly squash her.