Free The Witch's Thief by Tricia Schneider Page A

as if they had never been apart.
    This was his Julia.
    His and no other.
    Basil’s hands caressed the silkiness of her legs, running his fingers from her knees to her thighs. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders when his hand drifted closer to her womanhood. He slid the fabric of her undergarments away until he found the womanly curls at the juncture of her thighs.
    She moaned, biting his lip when his fingers reached toward her hot dampness. He brushed against her bud.
    She stilled suddenly, her shoulders tightening.
    He froze at her response.
    Basil opened his eyes. She stared, her cheeks charmingly flushed with passion, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her eyes filled with loving desire.
    “I want this,” she said, her voice deep and sultry. “I want you.”
    He needed no further encouragement. He plunged his finger inside of her.
    Her eyelids fluttered closed, and her chin lifted upward. Her long hair hung down her back, and he couldn’t stop his free hand from tangling in that long luxurious hair. He rocked his other hand against her, thrusting his finger in and out, the muscles of her sex tightened against him. He added another digit, filling her further. She moaned in satisfaction.
    He continued, faster and then slow, then fast again until her nails bit into shoulders, and her inner walls grew tight. Her breaths were coming in tiny gasps. When he rubbed his thumb against her swollen bud, she cried out and shuddered. He continued pumping his fingers into her, feeling her muscles clutching, grabbing to keep him inside during her climax.
    And then he felt his own climax. He released inside his trousers, wetting the fabric with his seed.
    How could he hold back after watching her passionate release? He never saw anything so beautiful.
    When she could breathe again, she sagged against him. He gathered her into his arms, leaned back onto the floor and cradled her on his chest. She clung to him, her hands running small delicate circles against his chest.
    “Amazing,” she said, her voice husky from spent passion. “I never knew it could be so…”
    Basil’s heart skipped a beat.
    “You’ve never…?”
    She lifted her head to look at him.
    “Of course not. I’ve never married.”
    “No,” he said. “Of course not.”
    She leaned back to gaze more fully into his face. “Did you think I’ve had previous relations with a man?”
    He shrugged. “For ten years, I’ve imagined you married. For a moment, I forgot you were inexperienced.”
    She nodded her understanding. “I’ve often wondered how it would feel to be with a man. I’ve never imagined doing such with anyone, except…”
    She drifted off, her gaze falling to the floor. She bit her lip.
    His finger found her chin, drawing her gaze back to focus on him.
    “Anyone, except?”
    “You.”
    He inhaled, sharply.
    She kissed him again. This time she was more relaxed, more playful. She nibbled at his lips, taking his lip between her teeth and tugging. He chuckled at her playfulness, and his member stirred to life. He sighed with contentment as she kissed him. When she felt him beginning to grow hard again, she found him with her hand. Her fingers skimmed across the length of him.
    He broke away from her lips and groaned.
    “Oh, Julia,” he sighed.
    “Perhaps we might make use of the bed this time,” she suggested, smiling.

Chapter Five
    Julia couldn’t imagine her boldness. Basil made her feel like no other. She craved him as she craved no other. For all the years they had been apart, unknowingly, she waited for him. She was made only for him.
    She sat up, dragging Basil with her. When she helped him to his feet, he swayed slightly.
    Suddenly, Julia remembered his condition. She took his arm around her bare shoulders, letting him lean against her.
    “Oh, Basil! I...forgot. I’m sorry.”
    “No,” he said. “Do not apologize.”
    “But you are ill?”
    “A minor inconvenience, I assure you. I’m well enough to continue what we