Whereas their first fuck had been quick and dirty, this time Evershaw and the witch moved in unison, their desire not so overwhelming but still, nevertheless, binding them together. The walls of her core clamped down on his cock, narrowing around him. A perfect fit.

He’d never had sex like it. Sex with a witch so naughty that she was his equal until it transcended their carnal connection and lashed them together. An emotional bond. As corny as it was to put it like that. He knew he couldn’t ever repeat his thoughts to anyone.

Evershaw and the witch became a tangle of limbs and body, moving together in earnest with unbridled passion. From this angle, he could see the sweat pooling on the valley of her collarbone, the way goosebumps spread like wildfire on her skin, and the sexy bite to her lip as he buried his cock deeper and deeper into her. After a sharp intake of breath, Deirdre sunk her nails into his arm, tearing his skin.

That only seemed to fuel his need for her. No longer smashing together and making a smacking sound when their hips came together, the only noise that echoed through the room was the shuffling of the sheets and the soft moans rolling out of Deirdre’s throat. She gripped him tighter, pushing her body back into his. Her tits bounced against his arm, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Oh my God,” the witch said, adjusting her position so she could reach her clit.

Evershaw grumbled and shooed her arm away, wanting to be the one who got her off. The way they’d fucked doggy-style had been hot as all hell, but it hadn’t given him enough opportunity to touch her warm mound and push her over the edge. He pressed his fingers through her slick flesh and waited to feel her pulse, strong and true, on his fingertips.

“That’s it.” He rubbed her clit to the beat of his thrusts, increasing the tempo as he quickened his pace. Her juices soaked his hand. She responded by bucking against him, her thighs trying to clamp around his wrist. Evershaw moved his knee under her leg so he could spread her legs and plunge deeper into her when her core started spasming in that familiar way that told him she was on the edge.

“I’m close,” she breathed, confirming his thoughts. “Press harder.”

The witch’s hand came over his own and she guided him to how she wanted to be touched. The thought of her masturbating with his hand almost blew his mind. He had to think about anything else before he blew his load the next second. Her spasms slowed but each squeeze lasted longer, and suddenly it was like a dam broke inside her. She jerked in place, her legs straining against his own, and moaned loudly, pressing his fingers hard and deep as she bucked against them.

“That’s so hot,” Evershaw whispered. Another orgasm loomed closer. The witch writhed and squirmed in his arms, apparently lost in the midst of a full-bodied orgasm more powerful than any that had preceded it. Reinvigorated, Evershaw cupped her sex and pounded into her, fucking with wild abandon until his balls tingled and his cock throbbed.

“Keep going,” the witch moaned, and her body hit another peak. She closed around his cock like a vise and he groaned, forcing himself through her tight heat as Deirdre stiffened and seized.

“More,” he breathed against the back of her neck. He let her feel his teeth as his vision darkened around the edges; he’d fucking pass out if he had to wait another second. “Give me more, witch.”

Lightning sparked in the room as she groaned, trembling against him, and he lost all control. Evershaw pressed her flat into the mattress so he had a better angle and reared up behind her, slamming his hips down against her soft ass and the firm give of her thighs. She held onto a pillow and tried to lift her hips to meet him, but he wanted her stretched out under him, her channel tighter and shallowed in that position, and Evershaw wanted to feel every inch of her writhing under his weight. He snarled, the wolf desperate to bite her, and pinned her shoulder to the mattress so he could wrap his fist in her hair.

Deirdre turned her head, still panting, and her dazed eyes found his as he watched for the orgasm to overtake her. She murmured, “Come inside me, Miles. Fill me up.”

He jerked and that was it – he did what she said and rutted into her another few thrusts before he groaned and filled her, his whole body slamming down into her as he tried to drive himself into every crevice of her body. Deirdre pressed her face into the pillows and moaned, gripping handfuls of the sheets, and Evershaw collapsed on top of her.

All they did was breathe as silence reigned in the room. Now he was truly spent. By the limp way she appeared to have dismantled in front of him, he guessed that Deirdre was, too.

He dragged his chest off her, so he didn’t smother her, but couldn’t pull out of her still-spasming channel. He wanted to feel every tremor and know that he’d given her that much pleasure. He’d lost count of the times she came, but he was damn proud of the sweat that covered both of them and their combined fluids all over her thighs and the sheets and him. He stroked her side and kissed her shoulder again, brushing her hair out of the way. Next time, he’d have her put it in a ponytail. Easier to grab and hold onto without risking pulling it out.

Feasting his eyes on the sight of her, he committed everything about that moment to memory. Evershaw knew he was a consummate, unrepentant asshole, and that hell freezing over would have to come before the time for him to mellow out ever arrived. Still, Deirdre had changed before his very eyes. He thought he’d been certain that she was different before; now he knew it in his bones. It was the first of many nights he wanted to spend with her, looking her in the eye as he entered her, tasting her pleasure again, and again, and again, experiencing their release ricocheting off one another over and over, until neither of them could bear to stand upright.

Maybe the shower next. His thoughts turned to when he’d dunked her in the cold water and her nipples hardened and she got all fierce and furious. Fucking angry Deirdre held a lot of promise, too. He sighed and nuzzled behind her ear.