Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance) Eliza Gayle (moboreader TXT) 📖

On a barely whispered moan her lips parted and his tongue slipped inside. With little thought to control or resistance, she kissed him back with a hungry need that would not be denied.

Leaving her mouth burning for more, he traveled down her throat with gentle bites and scalding kisses, swirling his tongue against her bare skin.

She squeaked in surprise when fingers brushed against her breast, sliding along the curved mounds before tweaking her nipples through her clothes. His large hands twisted and plucked at her tips until they ached and pulsed. She arched her back, encouraging more of his attention while her own hand found its way underneath his shirt to the silky, ridged skin of his stomach. The flesh was warm and sprinkled with a fine dusting of hair that narrowed into his pants. Infused with sudden bravery, she trailed that patch, slipping her fingers underneath the waistband of his pants, her fingernails just grazing the head of his cock.

“Careful, Rena, you're on dangerous ground again. Consider before you keep going.”

She smiled and continued her path, attempting to wrap her hands around his thick erection, applying a tight squeeze as she did.

His hips bucked off the bed, forcing her to release him. With a wicked smile she withdrew her hand just as he surged toward her, flattening her against the bed.

“I should probably warn you that I am not an easy man.”

She looked into his now darkened eyes for the meaning of his words. His head dipped to lick the edges of her lips until she opened for his entry. His musky taste swirled in her head as his hand found the fastening of her jeans and deftly opened them, working the zipper down.

“I generally take what I want, and right now what I want is to touch your pussy. Feel the deeper heat within.”

She sucked in a deep breath and her belly cramped with want. His bold and brazen way of telling her what he wanted far more of a turn on than she'd expected.

His hand slid inside her simple cotton panties and he dipped his long finger into her center. “Mmm… so wet and hot, just like I knew you would be.”

Rena couldn't talk, the sensations were driving her wild as she wiggled and arched against his hand. Her fingers clawed at his chest and shoulders in a desperate attempt to get closer. She wanted more. His finger caressed her inner walls with subtle circling movements. The rising tremors began to spiral out of control.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?”

“Yes” she whispered breathlessly, jerking her hips harder against him.

“Good girl, Rena.” He added another finger to her clenching sex. “Fuck my fingers.” His rough words fueled her hunger as the sensations drove her closer to the release she needed. Rising to meet him, he increased the rhythm of his hand.

His thumb circled and stroked her clit as his fingers thrust into her with more force than before. “Oh, God…” she couldn't stand it. “ So close,” she panted, “please don't stop”.

“Come for me, Rena. Come now.” His hard voice vibrated in her mind pushing her to—

“Graelen!” She groaned loudly as the shock of the orgasm shook her body as she squeezed her thighs around his hand. She bucked and rode his fingers through the exploding passion until finally collapsing against the bed, exhausted.

Graelen releasing his fingers from within her body shocked her back to the present. Realizing what had just happened and how she had behaved, embarrassment washed over her. What had she been thinking? What had come over her? Oh God, what must he think of her now?

The heat of humiliation warmed her face as she stood from the bed, adjusting her clothes. She took in the sight of his huge, lake-sized bed, covered in green silk sheets, and the man still lying there smug satisfaction written all over his face. He watched her flee with an amused expression, looking sexy as sin. He folded his hands behind his head and waited, and all Rena could think about was sex. That man and his bed were made for nothing but hot, sweaty sex, something she didn't have a whole lot of experience with.

Sure, she'd had sex before, but nothing worth writing home about. Her instincts told her that sex with Graelen would be different. All consuming. Alarm bells sounded in her mind as she realized she was in way over her head with Graelen Scott. This kind of man knew what he was doing when it came to women.

“I—Uh—” She didn't know what to say. “This wasn't supposed to happen.”

“Why not? You wanted it and I wanted it, so what's the problem?” His nonchalance flustered her even further.

“Business.” It was hard to speak with her throat constricted in fear. “Here for business.”

She was here for business reasons and she had to get her mind back on business. That damn card had tortured her for weeks and now she was close to the answer why. She wouldn't give up now.

“Rena, do you want to explain to me what happened back in my office?” His demeanor instantly changed as he got up off the bed and stormed across the room towards her. The memory flash of his anger and pain flooding her body threatened to take over again. With all of her will she pushed it back and refused to succumb to it. “You're obviously an empath. What else did you leave out of your story downstairs?”

She stared at him carefully, considering her response. After all, he'd just confirmed that he was indeed a witch. And she had no idea what that really meant. Did he and his brothers really have the powers alluded to in the cards, or was it a metaphor for something else? Could they command the elements and use them as a power source? She wondered which element Graelen would command.

She had never shared her empathic abilities with anyone for fear of recrimination. She had a hard enough time