To Bewitch An Evil's Heart

, "Believe it or not, I do have certain standards." Raising his head, he looked up as if he remembered, a slow smile flashed on his face.

ver it grew louder and louder — with the lamps in the room flashing. The feathers rose on his neck. His

olled, he continued to wa

en Marga sighed, full of conflicting emotions

ai

cus glanced at him, the corner

lenched. Will h

not let it get too close to him. The fine line she treads by barely tying her will thin out every piece of herself she gives him. If she wants to keep it under con

hat if he slaps? Took more than just fun? It was his responsibility — he freed him f

ainst you." Being a witch gave him some way of keeping him under control, and if he blew him up, he would be abl

"Just what kind of be

re a d

light, but his hand tightened on the doorknob until his knuckles turne

affled. Had sh

s obvious anger, his lips pressed together in a strict line, and the way h

w did he know he might be kind? Clearing his throat, he said, “I’m sorry. It’s j

though, and he leaned against the door jamb and raised his head. "For your information, all the women I was with were happier to feed me,

his voice evoking a languid flirtation between

as just sex, nothing else, and the gods knew t

ality she threw at the points. She was enveloped in sexual da

ose eyes glowing with calm predatory attention. They had a striking color, a combination o

on my hand until

en he

he ground out as selected parts of his body sp

ised his hand to the nape of her neck, hanging his fingers

bewildered, and less distracted by

t? On the couch? The table? The carpet? ” His gaze flicked t

red her throat, struggled for san

front, observing the sensitive skin

just get thi

was a purr that caressed her senses,

e croaked.

stilled. The air betwe

ipped a beat.

g in closer, dark power ripplin

red at her f

n he

anced over her shoulder. Atticus stood in the foyer, wat

ped into the corner toward the kitchen. The demon was so fast, it grabbed him when he wanted to go through the cooking island. He cried out, jumped to the s

ntinuous motion, easing the fall with his arms. He didn’t scream so much from the impact of falling down the stairs, then, from the visceral fear of being

chased — and caught

n?" Atticus breath bru

then touched her cheek to his cheek. With great caution to his surprise, he turned it to face her. Hu

clothes?" His voice

with his chest, brushing against the man's warmth and vigorous power. I

lowered his head to her with solitary i

on the mouth,

ainst his palm, eyes focu

er of those lines that he’d better not let him cross. She’d allow him to touch her, yes, but it would ju

h of a kiss in the mausoleum. Her taste was still branded in her every cell, the feeling of her indelible etched in her consc

ding his palm, his hot breath hitti

escaped her lips in incredible sensation, and she pressed her thighs together. He still didn’t let go of her hand but he lifted it as he let his tongue step towards her wrist, gently st

eady mush at

ers of cloth, it hardened instantly. Making an appreciative sound, he pulled it out until his breathing

the clothes still covering it. The caresses of pleasure enveloped her body, going straight to her core. One of its thighs hung between her thighs, caressing him i

hurting for more touching on a need that frightened him. Because of instinct, eve

thigh a little, he was about to moan in protest, but then his hand slipped between their bod

ce warming with em

it, litt

, caressed her curls, caressed the delicate flesh underneath. Her breathing was interrupted. Her thumb caressed her clit with the lightest touch a

of erotic aggression. Well, he moved his fingers, with knowing precision and purpose, and pulled her to the edge for a few seconds.

His hand

ed in fru

ok a

th pent -up desire

to his, it breathed on him. She let its energy

taught to trust, even to be afraid? He did not know her. And how can he enjoy it, how can he find his pleasure in it, now, while Marissa

top thinking, Marga." He tied his name to his lips, his gaze gripping hers. "I don't mean you harm." A slow,

catching, burnin

he looks at her now ... it seems like he can read her soul, her heart, her fears and hopes. It was

, reassuring her. “And it’s okay to enjoy this. It’s all yo

embling inside

ingers teased her again. "P

he embers of ar

e your

er, demanding, and the tension within him jumped again. The desire is radiant, hot and consum

in his ear, the breath hit

ithed against him in a frenzy of overwhelming pleasure and sweet, sweet relief, as she brought him down with slow strokes and murm

throbbing core, fingers hanging in its hair. Eventually, he wit

ck as if burned. The heat rose to his face and he realized he had been

pride. “A little late to b

et

hat an

lders, with no visible effect. It’s like

is breathing in conjunction with a glimmer o

to kiss her on its nose before getting up. He reached out a hand to help her stand up, he said, “Come on now, little witc

, and rearranged his clothes with trembling fingers .. “Oh, don

was todo sensual prom

ould already feel the difference in power between them — he had gained more from her than blood and pleasure. The energy that b

ing her with all-too-perceptive

ed. "Yes,

g out, and not