Anya Bast - Witch Heart

She nodded and they made a meal of bread with butter and fruit. For dessert, he laid a napkin on the bed and spread a few apple slices and some cheese on it. Then he picked up a slice of cheese, laid it on the apple and brought it to her mouth.

Her soft red lips closed over the end and she bit. Adam's couldn't help it, his cock hardened at the sight.

Claire chewed a bit, closed her eyes for a moment, then chewed some more. "Oh, that's good," she whispered after she'd swallowed. "Tart and sweet, creamy and crunchy. Yum."

Yum. That's for sure.

"I have something to make it even better." He reached over, took a bottle of wine from the basket and poured it into a glass for them to share.

"Wine?" she asked as she took the glass. "I've heard about this."

"Take a sip."

She did. "It's interesting. Not Coca-Cola."

"No." He took the glass from her and took a drink. "It's normally not my thing. Give me a beer instead of wine any day and I'd be happy. Thomas keeps a nice wine stock, so I'm told. Wine's more his thing than mine."

"So, if you're not crazy about wine, why did you take a bottle for us?"

"I took it so you could taste it, Claire."

"I think I like it."

"Thought you might. Thomas tells me you need to develop a taste for it." He raised an eyebrow. "Kind of like me."

She gave a soft laugh. "I really didn't have a problem developing a taste for you, Adam." She took another drink, deeper this time. Wine ran down her chin and dripped to her chest.

Adam dipped his head and lapped it up, taking care to slowly lick her skin until she squirmed beneath him and moaned. He checked to see if her nipples were hard under the cotton of her nightgown and they were — two precious, pink points on her breasts. He pulled the neckline of her gown down low, then dropped his head and kissed both of them.

Claire sighed and almost dumped the glass of wine on the bed. Chuckling, he eased it from her fingers and removed the napkin with the rest of the cheese and apple.

She pulled the nightgown over her head, then settled back to watch him with heavy eyelids, like a warm and satisfied cat. The blankets were pushed down to her waist, revealing her soft breasts with their kissable pink, erect nipples.

He descended on her like she was the main course. Adam pushed the offending blankets the rest of the way off and pulled her beneath him, running his hand over her shapely thigh and the contour of her waist. "Damn, I could live off the feel of your skin alone, Claire. It could sustain me for life."

She sighed and tangled her fingers through his hair. "Let's try. Forget about all this and run away. We can live in the woods in a little log cabin and never see anyone again. Just you and me. That's all we'd need."

Adam groaned and nipped at her stomach. "That sounds good."

"No more demons. No more elium. No more Rue."

"Heaven." He moved down between her thighs, letting his tongue skate over her smooth skin. When he reached her clit and licked, she jumped a little and moaned. "Never mind," he murmured. "This is heaven."

He licked her again and her clit swelled under the flat of his tongue, becoming aroused and needy for more of his touch. Claire squirmed a little and he parted her thighs and held her down, pinning her to the mattress so he could drink his fill of her.

Her warm, musky-sweet scent intoxicated him as he explored all her silky, soft folds and crevices. He slipped his tongue inside her and groaned at the lusciousness of her flavor spreading over his tongue.

Claire moved on the mattress, sighing and moaning his name. Her sex grew more excited, driving Adam crazier for a deeper taste of her. He slipped one finger inside her to the base, watching it disappear and reappear coated in her cream. Then he added another, stretching her muscles farther, and made her moan. He watched it all, his cock hard. The anticipation of driving his shaft into her hummed through his veins.

While he worked them in and out of her, he settled on her clit, sucking and licking it until she arched on the bed, coming closer to orgasm. When it exploded over her, the muscles of her sex pulsed around his thrusting fingers and his name spilled from her lips.

Gods, he loved to make her come.

As soon as the waves of her climax had ebbed, she pushed him to his back and straddled him. Adam went easily, powerless under her touch and amenable to whatever it was she desired from him. Then she was kissing him — his chest and stomach and then downward with such ferocity that his words and breath were arrested in his throat by pure lust.

When her lips closed around his cock and she sucked him into the recesses of her mouth, Adam bellowed at the pleasant surprise.

Then he groaned.

Gods, it was clear Claire hadn't done this to many men. Any men? Adam was sure she'd only ever been with one besides him. Her inexperience showed in the unpracticed glide of her lips up and down his shaft, but that only made it all the more exciting.

He fisted his fingers in her hair and watched her luscious lips work him up and down, pleasure spiraling through him. Her gaze flickered upward and he saw lust in her dark eyes. Apparently, she wasn't done with him yet.

Thank the gods.

She released his cock and mounted him, her hot, slick sex closing around the head of his shaft and enveloping it. He closed his eyes and groaned as she slid down the length. He gritted his teeth and fought not to flip her and take control, even though his urge was to do just that.

She looked too pretty riding him, her head falling back as she closed her eyes and took him deep into her. Her lovely breasts thrust forward, just the perfect size to fill his hands, and her hips moved rhythmically.

Adam's hands found the nip of her waist as she rose up and down on his cock, the soft, hot clasp of her muscles massaging every inch of his shaft. She moved slow — crazy-makingly so — and held his gaze.

Gods, she was beautiful.

He slipped a hand down and rubbed her clit with his thumb while she rode him. Her breath caught and her eyes widened a bit.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and nodded.

"I live to make you feel good. Are you going to come for me?"

She closed her eyes and nodded again, moving up and down on his cock a little faster. He stroked her clit as she rocked, knowing he heightened her pleasure and drove her closer and closer to the precipice of another climax.

Her breathing quickened and she tipped her head back. "Yes, please, don't stop."

He had no such plans. Adam would touch her forever if she wanted him to. Never stop, never let her go.

Her body shuddered and she moaned. The muscles of her sex clamped down around his cock, massaging it, milking it. The look of ecstasy on her face, the lovely sounds issuing from her throat, all of it pushed Adam over the edge.

Pleasure exploded from his balls and deep into her body. He gasped her name, as she enjoyed the tail end of her climax.

"Oh, baby, baby, baby…" he murmured as he tipped her to the side and pulled her close to him, kissing her all over. "You're a goddess, my goddess."

"Mmm…" she answered with a tired, lazy smile, "I like being called that."

He chuckled and stroked his fingers through her hair. "Sleep, my goddess. I'll be here to keep you safe." She was exhausted and he wasn't going to make her dress. Fuck the demons. Claire could take this night and pretend they didn't exist.

They stayed tangled together until her breathing deepened to sleep.

But Adam couldn't find rest. He stayed up until early in the morning, gazing down at his slumbering beauty… and watching for Atrikas.