Lord Grim's Witch (a medieval romance novelette) by Delilah Devlin Read Free Book Online Page B

so neglectful. Let me correct his oversight.”

Chapter Five
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    H is hand fisted in her hair and brought her head closer. “Will you open for me?” Tibor asked, his gaze searching hers.
    This close she could see that the color of his eyes wasn’t at all the same as the sludge in the bottom of her bucket. It was a vibrant green, like the tender leaves of a young oak in spring time. Sighing as she surrendered to his appeal, Gisele parted her lips and sank against him, letting him guide her closer until their lips met. His mouth devoured hers hungrily, gliding over hers until she gasped, and he thrust his tongue inside her mouth.
    When she returned the lustful stroke, an approving murmur rumbled in his throat.
    He pulled her closer until her breasts grazed his chest. Her nipples ruched. He broke the kiss. “Come over me.”
    She shook her head, helpless against the passion rising inside her body. She must resist—he was in her care. And what of Lord Grim? “We shouldn’t do this,” she said, licking her lips while staring into his hungry gaze.
    “This might be my last day.”
    His hoarse plea shattered her any wisp of resistance she still held. She climbed over his body, straddling his hips.
    His hands reached out and pulled up the hem of her shift. He glided his hands beneath her skirt, smoothing them over her naked thighs and higher until he grasped her bottom, squeezing her gently, igniting a flame that drew moisture to her sex.
    His cock rutted between her legs, and she murmured only a half-hearted protest.
    “No, no,” he moaned. “Give me this.”
    He shifted her then thrust upward, spearing into her, and she was lost.
    “Ride me, Gisele!”
    Unsure how to proceed in this position, she braced her hands against his shoulders and lowered herself to meet his upward strokes again and again, his cock not filling her quite as snugly as his master’s had, but stretching her deliciously just the same. She moved easily, shuddering at the delightful sensations that produced ripples all along her channel. The hot spike of his cock created a friction that melted her inner walls and aided her quickening movements.
    “Sheriff, we should stop,” she said, remembering Lord Grim could come upon them at any moment. While she felt no particular loyalty toward him since he hadn’t professed a loyalty or affection for her, still she feared his anger should she be caught so soon after sharing favors with him.
    “Tibor. Call me Tibor,” he said, his hands aiding her movements, raising her up and forcing her down hard as his gaze remained on the place their sexes met. “Doesn’t seem appropriate for you to call me sheriff while you’re riding my staff.”
    He made her smile. He had that gift—even when she fumed at his deplorable wit. She found it poignant, almost overwhelming, that his gift of humor might be snuffed out in the coming hours. Overtaken by a demon’s curse.
    Her movements less tentative now, she slammed down to meet his upward thrusts and circled on him as Lord Grim had her, screwing him, trying to recreate the sensations that had taught her what the fullest ecstasy was—and then there it was, that bright, shining moment as she was thrust straight into the darkness.
    Unable to do anything but gasp and moan, she collapsed over him as his body thrashed beneath hers, his awkward, disjointed strokes quickening until he erupted, spewing his essence into her body, shouting at the last moment.
    Which awoke her to the realization they couldn’t possibly hide what had occurred between them. She lay down upon him, her thighs still spread around his hips, and hid her face against his chest.
    His hands rubbed in soothing circles on her back. “Thank you, mistress.”
    She murmured, her breaths sounding like little sobs, because she knew she’d made a mistake. Lord Grim and Tibor had opened up a whole new world of sensuality, and she didn’t know how she would go back to her staid, celibate life after this night