Free Something About Witches by Joey W. Hill

another man touch me again…. but you. Please, I can’t bear it. I’m yours. I belong to you.”
    “Damn right you do.” He slid back in, and now he pushed her hair out of the way, nuzzling her throat, his fingers closing back over her breasts as he brought himself flush against her, thigh to thigh, his pelvis in tight against her backside, chest against her shoulder blades, the abrasion of that brand between them. He pinched her nipples and made a subtle, incremental adjustment, slid back in. Tiny, tiny movements of his cock inside her, rubbing in all the right places. He had her pushed full against the ladder steps, and, true to a fantasy, one of those steps was right against her clit, so that minute friction, within and without, the ruthless manipulation of her nipples, took her over. Everything else began to disappear.
    “Derek….” It was a desperate wail.
    “Come for me. And don’t hold anything back.”
    The climax crashed over her. She screamed herself hoarse, unable to stop when wave after wave swept through her. Then he took her up impossibly higher by beginning to pump hard and fast, releasing within her. Her fingers dug into the rope above her, head dropping back against his shoulder. She turned to snap at his throat, held on as he kept pummeling her against that ladder.
    It went on a long, long time. Bliss, ecstasy, the best parts of Heaven and Hell. Long after she was rippling in aftershocks along his length, he kept going, apparently wanting to underscore the lesson, the binding between them. She took it, her chest near exploding with feeling.
    Hearing his erratic breath as he at last came down, she wondered if he was choked by some of the same emotions she was. Then, like a cold-water shock, she remembered it was her fantasy. That lantern was still burning strong. Whatever he was experiencing, it was what she wanted him to befeeling. Her sense of loss was so great, she’d needed to share it.
    Raina had herself a winner here, though it was a double-edged sword. A military spouse could share emotional and physical release with an absent husband or wife. But it might be too adept at what it did. Too painful for it to seem this real, when it really wasn’t. She needed to warn Raina about that, since Raina wasn’t as in tune with the emotional ramifications of sex as the physical ones.
    However, as far as the physical part of it went, if it got much better than this, Raina would need to post warnings like they did for roller-coaster rides— no back problems, heart conditions, risk of seizure or stroke, etcetera.
    Derek was placing long, lingering kisses on her throat, her shoulders, stroking his fingers through her hair as he did it. Then he dropped his touch to slide along her sides, relearning her shape, obviously enjoying the corset’s hold and indulging himself as she remained tied. “I want to do this to you all night long,” he said, making it sound like the enticing threat it was. “In a hundred different ways. I want you to be so sore that the last time I do it, I’ll need to ease into you. I’ll go so slow, so I don’t hurt you. You’ll take me despite all that, because that’s the way it is between us.”
    She nodded, sniffling. She could deny him nothing, because as he’d said, she was his. “I love you.”
    It was out there before she could stop it. The first time she’d ever said it, she’d barely been out of girlhood. The declaration had terrified her, because she’d realized it was more than infatuation, a young woman’s crush. The all-powerful sorcerer was a charismatic part of him, but it was the man, Derek Stormwind, the one who liked to swim with her at the beach, who didn’t like raisins but loved oatmeal-raisin cookies, who preferred riding horses to driving a car, the one who got cranky if she tried to elicit dialogue more complex than grunting before he had his morning coffee…. That was who she truly loved.
    Even more remarkable, he’d said it first. And he saw