Free The Last Witch Hunter (Witch Hunters) by Thayer King

fuck you.” He slid between her thighs before she could protest. She hadn’t let a man be on top since her first time. If she wanted something done right, she found it was always best to do it herself. Yet she found it thrilling as Ronan covered her. Her eyes were adjusted to the dark and she could make out the sight of his broad muscled chest in the moonlight. He kissed her before shifting up to fit his cock to her entrance.
    She spread her legs wider to accommodate him. Her nails dug into his biceps as he started to thrust forward. He was a big man in every way. Taking him was a pleasurable burn. Nikita lifted her pussy to him as he swiveled his hips, burying his length in her one inch at a time.
    Wh en he could go no deeper and his lower body lay flush against hers, they were both breathing hard. “Nikita,” he groaned over her. He braced himself on his forearms so as not to crush her. “Your pussy is so good. So damn good,” he ended on a groan as he withdrew and thrust forward again. He powered into her over and over. His weight pinned her to the bed with each deep plunge. All she could do was hang onto him as he took her. She was powerless against the onslaught. Being dominated had never felt so good. Her pleasure was entirely in his hands. When he found her g-spot, she cried out and her nails dug into him. After that, Ronan hammered that same spot again and again. Nikita convulsed beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her back bowed as pleasure shot from her core and seemed to ensnare the rest of her body. Her toes curled and her breath caught on a scream. Ronan continued to fuck her through the orgasm, increasing the ecstasy to an almost painful intensity.
    Ronan groaned and stiffened. Pressed against her womb, he swelled inside her and she could feel the heat of his come filling her. “Oh, God, Nikita. Love you so much.” After a few minutes, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He held her close but she was too sleepy to object. They were both asleep in minutes.
     
    Nikita stretched. She felt delicious. There was no other word for it. She couldn’t recall the last time she had been so well rested. A smile curled her lips. And then she became aware of the warm hard body behind her. Well, damn. Memories of last night came crashing down, ruining her good mood. Trying to console herself with the thought that everyone makes mistakes was useless. She expected better of herself. One taste of his soft pink lips and she’d been a goner.
    She bit her lip. But, damn, he’d been good. Better than good. Her nipples peaked and her pussy moistened for another round as she remembered the feel of him sliding against her walls. He’d filled her completely , stretching her in the most satisfying way. Nothing was as tempting as the forbidden. Never had she been tempted by a witch before. Of course, most of the witches she met were evil and didn’t compare to Ronan in the looks department. He was the handsomest redhead she’d ever met. Who would think a man with red hair could be so sexy?
    As much as she enjoyed last night, it could never happen again. It had been a rare weak moment for her. She liked to believe that one of her strengths was that she didn’t repeat her mistakes. Mentally, she winced. There was that word again. Maybe “mistake” was too harsh a word for what they’d shared. It was an experience she would never regret. She’d indulged in him like a decadent dessert, but now it was time to leave from the buffet table.
    Rolling over, she surveyed his sleeping form. Thick strawberry blonde lashes rested against his cheeks. Stubble graced his jawline. His chest was hard and muscled.  A light smattering of russet hair grew between his nipples, over his pectoral muscles and led down to his flat belly. The sheet pooled at his waist but did nothing to hide his thick morning erection.
    Her pussy clenched. Before the temptation to touch him could overtake her, she slid out of bed. Ronan