Witch Hunts

Chapter 3


Faith rolled over and burying her face in the pillow, slowly drifted awake. She moaned loudly at how comfortable the bed was and how she was so warm. All the sudden reality came crashing down on her like a lightening bolt. She was up on her hands and knees, thrashing around in the bed in circles, trying to take everything in while in a state of sheer panic. She went to sit up on her knees but her body wasn’t fully supported by the mattress and she went falling backwards. She was suspended in thin air for a split second before she came crashing to the floor with a heavy thud.
“Owe.” She grumbled, but at least she wasn’t panicking anymore. She rose to her feet rubbing her rear end. “That’s what you get Faith. For being a complete nut case.” She muttered to herself. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Up enough so her feet didn’t touch the floor so she knew she wouldn’t fall off again.
The door to her bedroom burst open and in came the lady she had met last night when Carol had brought her here. The elderly lady standing in front of her was known as Margret. She was barely five feet tall with black hair in a tight bun that was starting to gray. She looked to be half Spanish and she had the look of a mother. She had one of the warmest faces that Faith could ever recall seeing in her whole life. She felt very at ease with this woman.
“My lady, are you okay? I heard the thud all the way in the kitchen and was worried that you might have hurt yourself.” She was sincerely concerned as she pulled Faith to her feet to look her over to make sure she was not bruised or bleeding. It made Faith’s cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
“Um…well…I kind of…actually… I fell off the bed.” She finally forced out looking down at her feet so that her hair fell in her face to cover her beet red face. Margret sat down on the bed pulling Faith down next to her, placing a strong assuring hand over Faith’s.
“I know ye are probably having a hard time adjusting to all this and I’m sure Sin didn’t try to hard to help ye. He’s not much of a people person really. He’s use to ordering people around and them doing his biding without question. He is over-bearing at times, but the man has a good heart.”
“Yea he is. I could have kicked him out of my car and left him on the highway if I had the option of doing so.” Faith muttered. The old women laughed at that. She had a strong hearty laugh which made the corner of Faith’s mouth twitch upwards. Yeah, Faith decided she really liked this women a lot.
“He would have hunted ye down and made ye pay for your transgression.” Faith let a full-blown smile form her lips.
“Oh yea he would have.” They both laughed together and it relaxed Faith. She squeezed Margret’s hand in friendship as her other wiped the tears away that were forming at the corner of her eyes.
“He is a good man though and I guarantee ye are in a safe place, child. Sin will not let any harm come to ye, ye are his houseguest. I’m Margret, in case ye forgot. Ye were in a slight daze when ye got here.”
“Are you one of them?” Faith asked. Margret laughed from her gut and Faith giggled. She was really starting to like this old woman.
“Oh heavens no, Child. I’m just me.” She smiled reassuringly. Faith let out a sign of relief.
“Oh thank you, I’m not the only normal one around here.” Margret patted her hand softly.
“No one is normal child. If we all were, then the world would be a very boring place, now wouldn’t it? Are you hungry Child?” Faith’s head shot up at the mention of food and her stomach answered for her with a low growl. She gave Margret a shy smile of embarrassment. Margret laughed again.
“I’m absolutely famished as you can tell.” Faith said with a huge smile.
“Yes, it would sound that way wouldn’t it. I have a beef stew cooking downstairs begging someone to come eat it. You come downstairs to the kitchen whenever your ready, child.” Margret made her way to the hall. “No more falling, my dear. You just about gave me a heart attack and I’m too young for a heart attack.” Faith knew that the lady was old enough to be her great grandmother, but just smiled and nodded her head.
“I won’t. I promise.” The door shut behind Margret leaving Faith by herself again and the good mood seemed to leave with Margret. She looked around; the room was covered in red, black, and blue. The curtains, the bed sheets, even the furniture. Funny, she thought. She got up to look for her clothes and only found a gorgeous purple dress. She raised an eyebrow in inquiry staring at it as if it was a rotten corpse. What is this the eighteenth century? She thought sarcastically. And he expects me to wear this. I doubt that!
She made the bed and headed out of the room, not caring that she was only dressed in a light nightgown. She hadn’t worn a dress since she was a little tot and wasn’t going to start now. The house was huge and all of it was decorated in the same colors as her room. There were pictures that litter the hall from all different centuries. This place is incredible. It’s a history mansion instead of museum.
She found herself stopping in front of one of the portraits of a young man that was a strong resemblance to Sin. She studied the features very closely. It had to be Sin, but a very young Sin. The young man in the painting had to be only eighteen. She looked down at the bottom of the portrait to read the name Sinclair McKalter.
“Hump.” She stared at it, pondering.
“He was laird of the McKalter castle when he was transformed. He gave it up to his younger brother and moved away.” A deep melodious voice came from behind her, answering her thoughts. She let out a pathetic yelp and spun around to face Wulf. He was a large overwhelming man just like Sin. He was slightly smaller and was leaner, but he still set off that deadly air that made you quake in fear just to be in the same room with him.
He had long straight brown hair that fell to his back to the top of his waist, making any supermodel jealous of how glossy it shined. He had brown golden eyes the color of a tiger’s coat. He had an aura around him of regal heritage. She couldn’t help but feel inferior next to him.
Why do they have to be so breath taking? She thought sheepishly.
“That’s the first thing I’m going to be teaching you.” He said it more to himself then to her.
“Teach me what?” She asked confused.
“To shield your thoughts.” She felt the heat rising from her neck spreading across her face. These men really were terrifying. “You’ll get yourself in a lot of trouble if we don’t.” He looked her up and down. The look that crossed his face was appreciation. “Where is you clothes, lass?” He almost growled it at her, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s a good question. I have no clue.” She answered, getting slightly irritated with this man.
“Well you had better find some before I teach you anything. I don’t want to be looking at you in that. Dressed that way will get you in as much trouble as your thoughts would.” He turned and headed down the stairs. “I’ll be in the library. When you are properly dressed you may join me.”
Well, that’s that. She thought as she watched him descend the stairs. She was still trying to decide if he was being rude or not. She looked down at her nightgown and made a face. There was nothing wrong with what she was wearing. The nightgown went down to her ankles and high on her chest, showing no cleavage so what was his problem.
Shrugging her shoulders, she was excessively hungry then to sit here and try to figure out some guy that she knew she wouldn’t be able too. She made her way down the stairs and went in search for the kitchen. She could smell a hint of beef stew in the air and her stomach grumbled angry at her. She started looking through every single door until she found the right door.
The kitchen was huge; there were so many counters and even an island bar in the middle. It had to be the size of her master bedroom in her apartment. She took a seat at the bar and watched Margret pour out some beef stew into a bowl.
“That looks so good and the smell of it is making my mouth water.” She inhaled deeply to prove her point.
“Oh, I didn’t hear ye come in.” Margret set the bowl down in front of her. “Would you like some milk?”
“Yes, please. A big glass of it.” Faith took a huge bite of stew. “This is so mouth watering. You make a mean pot of beef stew Margret.” She said around a mouthful. Margret thought about scolding her but decided the poor girl needed to eat more then she needed a scolding.
“Thank ye. I’m glad ye enjoy it. Now that I think about it, it’s nice to have someone eat and thank me for the food. It’s been a while since that last happened.”
“I bet.” Faith said around another mouthful. The housekeeper raised an eyebrow and smiled at the young girl. “Do you know where my clothes are by chance?” Faith asked minus the food in her mouth this time.
“Sin gave them to me to put in the wash. I’ll give them to ye when they’re done.”
“Thank you.” Faith scooped up another huge spoonful. “This is so good.” She said with another mouthful, closing her eyes to savor the taste. Margret couldn’t help but laugh.
“Ye are more then welcome to help ye self to the kitchen whenever ye want. I must warn ye though, there isn’t much food. I’m the only one that eats in this house, but if there is something ye want I’ll be more then happy to buy it for ye.” Margret refilled Faith’s bowl and handed it back to her. Faith drained the glass of milk and Margret refilled that as well, while Faith started on her second bowl of stew. “When was the last time ye ate, child?”
“Seven o’ clock last night.”
My god. I’ll feed ye whenever ye are hungry. Don’t ever go another twenty-four hours without eating. It’s not healthy for ye.”
“You sound like my mother.” Faith said making a face of annoyance.
“Well someone’s got to take care of ye, if ye can’t take care of ye self.” With that, Margret turned her back on Faith and started to take care of the dishes.
“Margret?”
“Yes, child.”
“Is there anything other then ballroom dresses that I can wear?”
“I’m sorry, but no. No woman, besides me, has lived in this house since 1911. In addition, ye will not fit in my clothes. Ye are much too tall.”
“Oh.” She spoke it softly and she didn’t care if Margret had heard her or not. “Thank you again.” She spoke it louder so she knew Margret heard it.
“Ye are welcome, child.” Faith headed out into the hall. Once she got there, she stopped for a second looking down at her feet. She still couldn’t figure out what had happened last night. However, she knew she was never going to be in Kansas again. She turned to head back up to her room. She was going to make sure there was nothing else she could wear before she put that stupid dress on.
She let out a startled sound when she saw Sin standing in the foyer. He was staring at her with the weirdest expression on his face. He looked like a wild animal with bunching muscles ready to pounce on its prey. Then it struck her; it was a look of primal lust. He wasn’t looking at her face though; he was staring at her body.
She raised an eyebrow at that and put her hands on her hips in frustration. She glared at him, but he didn’t notice because his intense gaze was settled on her breast. Almost like, he could see through he flimsy nightgown and see her bare breasts. She felt them grow heavy and the nipples tightening, begging for his touch. She knew he could see the reaction she was having.
“Hello, I’m up here. Not down there.” She snapped. He finally made eye contact with her and she had wished he hadn’t. Her heart skipped a beat and sped up wildly. He was so darkly handsome that it astounded her. This man was purely male and purely sin. He was also furious with her for some reason. She should be the one that was furious with him. He was the one that had been ogling her.
“Jesus Christ Woman!” He seethed, stalking toward her. She took a couple steps back, quite intimidated in the way he was approaching her like a man set to punish. She was about ready to turn and run, but she was swept up over his shoulder. She let out a startled cry as she was manhandled by him. She noticed that she had a great view of his behind though. Speaking of behinds, hers was right next to his face and his hand was practically covering all of it.
“What are you doing? Put me down right this very instant!” She hollered. He ignored her, as usual, and started walking toward the stairs. She cursed under her breath, saying quite a few colorful things that were not proper for a woman to say. She pounded on his back the whole time. He landed a sound hand on her behind. Not enough to hurt, but enough pressure to make her quiet for a brief second, so he could make it up the stairs without topping back down. “You spanked me.” She said in disbelief. A warm flush rose in her face at the embarrassment of it. “You actually spanked me. How dare you! Who do you think you are anyway? You are not allowed to lay a hand on me you pigheaded bastard!”
He opened her door with his free hand and walked in, slamming the door closed with his foot. He dropped her rather roughly onto the bed and glared down at her with his huge arms crossed over his broad chest. She glared back just as furious as he was and she could still feel the blush on her cheeks.
“What the hell was that about?” She yelled.
“What the hell were you doing, strutting around in nothing but your bloody nightgown?” He bit out. She looked at him with shocked irritation.
“Well, if you hadn’t taken my clothes, I wouldn’t be strutting around in my nightgown, now would I?” He took two big strides to the chair the dress he had left for her then turned to face her. He threw the dress on to the bed with her.
“I left this for you to wear. Now put it on!” He ordered.
“Okay, Prince of Darkness.” She said it sarcastically. “We need to get a few things straight. First, I do not take orders from you. I am not your kin and I’m certainly not your bitch so don’t you dare order me around. Second, I don’t take orders from you ever. Third and not least, I’m not from the eighteen hundreds. I’m not wearing that thing. I want my clothes. Now!” She raged, picking up the dress and throwing it back at him.
“Why you stubborn…”
“I’m stubborn.”
“Spitfire…”
“What about you?”
“Little…”
“I’ll show you little, you…”
“Girl.” She went to open her mouth again, but suddenly he was next to her with his hand on her chin to keep her from saying the insult that was on her tongue. “Shut up!” He seethed. “For god’s sake, woman. Your fucking nightgown is practically see through.” Her eyes got as big as saucers and her jaw would have dropped if he hadn’t been holding it. Her cheeks flushed a dark scarlet and she looked away from his intense blue eyes. “Will you wear the dress now?” He snapped and turned away before he did something stupid, like kissing her full lips that were begging for his attention.
She had been so surprised that he had almost laughed, but this wasn’t a laughing matter. If she didn’t want to be ravished completely and thoroughly, she couldn’t go walking around like this. He had almost dragged her down to the floor in the hallway and made her scream his name all night long. His body was demanding to take her hard and fast.
Her black hair flowed down on her shoulders, her arms bare. He had wanted to run his hands down the span of them to just see if her skin was really as soft as it looked. The light behind her had showed the outline of her body through the gown, showing of every curve and dip. He went hard instantly, his body aching instantly with long held lust. It had been a long time since he had last been with a woman and it was about time. Faith was better then most out there.
Her nipples had started to pucker up under her nightgown and that was almost his undoing. If she hadn’t spoken to him, she would have been on the floor under him and he would have relieved the ache that was pressing in his pants. Jesus, he was still hard for her and it was painful. The only way to relieve that pain would be to bury himself deep between her legs, welcoming heaven with ever ounce of his body. He knew that sex with her would be mind blowing.
“Just put the dress on Faith.” He choked out and practically ran from the room.

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She stared at the door in surprise. Well, that was weird. She thought. She held the dress up and gave a sign of defeat. She was going to have to wear the stupid thing. She hadn’t worn a dress since she was five years old and that was only because a friend of her mother’s was getting married. The memory brought a sad smile to her lips. She had argued with her mother for over an hour to let her wear jeans and a blouse. Her mother had given her that look of disapproval and Faith went to the wedding in a dress.
It took her several minutes to figure out how to put the dress on. She finally got the gown buttoned up the back as far as she could, then she stood there frowning for several minutes. She needed help to finish putting it on and that required her to leave the room. She let out a breath of annoyance and slipped her boots on as she headed for the door. Almost tripping several times to land on her face. Why did her life have to be so difficult? She hoped she wouldn’t run into to either man before she got to Margret.
She was about ready to head downstairs when hands around her waist made her stop. She turned around to see the one person she didn’t want to see the most. Sin. He turned her back around and started buttoning the rest of the dress. She tried to get her voice to work, but it was difficult, when every brush of his fingers on her flesh made it hard for her to catch her breath. She was feeling shutters racking her body and her body was melting under the onslaught of emotions that had her so wet for him.
When he got to the middle of her back that’s when the dress started to grow tight around her breasts forcing them to push up and practically fall out of the god forsaken dress.
Good lord, how could women wear this? She thought in disbelief and irritation.
“You’ll get use to it, kitten.” His deep voice slid over her as if it was melted chocolate and she shivered with pleasure. She wanted to know if his kisses would be as pleasing as his voice. She was quite confident that they would be. She almost wanted to turn around and test her theory.
“Stop doing that.” It was suppose to come out as an order, but it sounded more like a breathless plea and she hated herself for that. He just chuckled and finished with the last button. Which was good, because a second longer and Faith may have just acted on her traitorous thoughts. She spun around to glare at him, hoping that would add more effect to what she had said.
Sin’s features hardened instantly and his breath caught. He couldn’t decide what was worse the bloody nightgown or the damn dress. She looked ravishing in the it; purple was a good color on her complimenting her hazel eyes. He was also seeing a fair amount of skin on the lovely swells of her breast and he wanted to lean down to run wet open-mouth kisses along that flesh. This woman is going to corrupt my well disciple. He moaned in his mind. He growled in frustration and walked away from her.
“Wulf is waiting for you downstairs. You had better hurry. He gets quite cranky when he has to wait for too long.” She mumbled something about a pig-headed man and followed him reluctantly. They both walked into the library and her jaw dropped in amazement. All the walls were covered in bookshelves, which were full of books. There was even selves above the fireplace. This would be were she would spend most of her time.
She had always been an avid reader. She would sit in the study with her mother as they both read in compatible silence for hours. She missed that so much, but she wasn’t going to think about it right now or she would be in tears.
“About time you guys showed up. I was about ready to leave.” Wulf was annoyed. Sin looked at her over his shoulder with a half smile that made her knees weak.
“See I told you.” She ignored her reaction to him and made her way to the blazing fire. She sat down on one of the cushions on the floor.
“I see you’re finally dressed, lass. Though, I’m not quite sure if that’s any better.” Wulf said taking in Faith. She looked like she was about ready to fly at him and slap that look right off of his face. Sin on the other hand gave him a dark look. Wulf ignored him as if he wasn’t even there.
“Okay you guys, stop. I’m quite sick of all the hungry stares. It’s not as if you haven’t see it before. Now can we get on with what we need to be doing, not what we’d like to be doing.” She turned her attention to the flames that were licking at the stones on the fireplace.
“Feisty, isn’t she?” Wulf asked Sin with a grin. Sin shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant way.
“She’ll give you a run for your money that’s for sure.” Wulf grabbed a book off the desk and moved to sit down across from her. Sin leaned back against one of the bookshelves to observe them.
Wulf flipped through the big leather book, so fast that Faith couldn’t understand how he could see what he was looking for. He seemed to find what he needed and set the book on the floor in front of their bodies. Sin sat staring at the fire trying to avoid Faith’s side-glances. He knew that he was going to have a handful with her, but he had no idea how much more complicated his life was about to get with her in it.
“So…” Faith leaned forward so she could see the book fully. “What’s so dangerous about my bloodline that the Changelings fear us so?”
“Your witches.” Wulf said it, as it was some kind of every day occurrence. Faith balked as she stared at him in utter disbelief.
“Wulf, do you have to be so uncaring about how she’s going to take it?” Sin scolded. Wulf shrugged his shoulders.
“She needs to hear the truth even if it’s harsh.”
“What?” Faith squeaked, flabbergasted.
“I said, lass, your bloodline is made of witches.” He said it loud and clear so she wouldn’t miss the meaning the second time. He stared straight at her so she could see that he was not playing games with her and it was true.
“You mean my whole family… my mother… my sister?”
“No, not all females are witches. Only the chosen females. The ones with a strong mind and will that can wield the magic.”
“Oh, I would have ever thought…” She trailed off losing herself deep in her thoughts. Could she possible be what he claims her to be? Did she have some kind of extraordinary power within herself that could convert into magic, which she thought only existed in fairytales?
“It says right here, that with the right spells and equipment, witches can either destroy or create all Changelings. Werewolves are the only creature a witch has complete control over. So, the Changelings started the Sacrifice War, trying to kill off all pure blood witches.” Wulf read pulling Faith out of her thoughts.
“So how early does my bloodline go back too?” She was fascinated with the thought of being some kind of powerful being. Something deep inside her seemed to come alive in excitement. She wanted to know everything she could about her ancestors.
“Decades. No one knows for sure. It was too dangerous for them to keep records.”
“How do I kill them?” Faith whispered as if afraid of the answer.
“I was getting to that, lass. Now hush.” Wulf gave her a tiny smile, relieved that she was taking it so well. She looked startled, he had just graced her with a smile and his whole face had softened a degree. For a split second, Faith had almost found him human.
“They say that pure witch blood, the ancient spell and the blood of an ancient Changeling in that order would complete the process. The witch must have her blood on the dagger and embeds it into the ancient while saying the spell to destroy the whole race.”
“Oh! Okay! I’m just going to strut my stuff up to this Changeling and be like, ‘Hey mister ancient werewolf, even though your stronger and a lot more bad then me and can snap my neck, I’m going to stab you with this dagger.’ I doubt that immensely.” Sin let out a deep loud bellow of laughter that made Faith feel good for making such a joyful sound erupt from such a stoic man. Wulf stared at her with amusement dancing in his golden eyes.
“I’m glad you’re getting a kick out of this, Sin.” Wulf shot over his shoulder. He turned his attention back to Faith. “No, I would hope you wouldn’t do that or I’m wasting my time.” Wulf said flatly. “You would have to manipulate the Changelings with your power, that’s why we have to get you comfortable with them.”
“We need you to be able to do what you have to do. While me and my clan are able to hold them at bay.” Sin came to sit down next to her. His sent of sandalwood and musk filled her head. She felt her heart beat furiously as if it was trying to explode right out of her chest. Why did this man have to have such an intense effect on her senses? Faith tried to ignore it and looked at them skeptically.
“And why would you guys want to help me?”
“Because we are at war with them too. They have been attacking us for centuries.” Wulf spat.
“Why would they do that?” She asked confused.
“It’s a dominance war. They want to rule and as long as we are around they can not roam free.” Sin answered, with a look of annoyance for the Changelings.
“They want to be able to slaughter humans as if they are cattle and we won’t let them do that.” Wulf added.
“So as far as we’re concerned we would help God himself to destroy them.”
“So what are you going to teach me?” She directed her question to Wulf.
“A lot of things, but I am most definitely going to teach you to shield those hormonal thoughts of yours before they get you into some serious trouble.” She felt the heat creeping up her neck, but she tired to fight it back. “I will teach you how to connect with your inner self and then teach you the basic rules of Wicca. Then with time I will teach you simple spells.”
“How lone will it take?” She was very eager now.
“As long as you want it too. It’s up to you to bring out your own power.”
“How do I do it?” She whispered.
“Search your soul, lass. You will find it. I must go, I will continue this later tonight.” Wulf rose to his feet. “Sin, will you step out in the hall with me?” Sin rose to follow Wulf, heading for the door.
“What if I don’t have the power you claim that I have?” Faith was almost hysterical, thinking that she possibly could not posses what could avenge her family. Wulf looked over his shoulder with a look of pure confidence.
“There’s only one way to find out, now isn’t there Faith?” She would have said more, but Wulf shut the door on her questions. Sin made his way into the entryway with Wulf. Wulf grabbed his cloak and slipped it around his shoulders. Margret came out of the kitchen door and spotted both men.
“Oh, good evening my laird. Is there anything I can get for you?”
“Just make sure Faith is comfortable in the library.”
“Yes, my laird.” She inclined her head and gracefully left the room. Sin turned his attention back to Wulf.
“What did you need?” Wulf lifted his head to make eye contact with his brethren.
“Leave her alone. Don’t go to her until I get back. I left the book on the floor for her and I want her to ponder what I have said to her. She needs to be alone to really think about what road she is going to take.”
“I understand. When will you be back?” Sin opened the door for Wulf.
“When I come back.” Then he was gone into the night. Sin shook his head; Wulf was always so hard headed. Sin turned and took a step toward the library. Part of him wanted to go to her and be alone with her so maybe just maybe he could steal a taste of those delectable lips. The other part of him told him to leave her alone, don’t fall for her charms, it was nothing but trouble. Too much temptation and he would crack; he almost did when he was buttoning her dress earlier.
All he would have done was open her door and slip both her and him inside. He could have shut the door, tear that damn dress back off her while he pushed her down on the king size bed. He could picture her naked and panting, staring up at him with those stormy hazel eyes begging him to touch her. Her breasts round and a perfect handful for his big hands, nipples hard and pointed begging for his attention.
“Damn woman. She’s going to be the death of me.” He muttered, undoing his pants and rearranging himself so he felt a little less restricted. He turned with a curse and headed up the stairs to his personal chamber. He needed to get her out of his blood, because she had it pooling between his legs with just the thought of her warm body pressed tight against his. She wouldn’t be getting into trouble, he would be and he was finding that thought quite worth it.
He walked into his chamber and went straight for the bathroom, stripping his constrictive clothes off and throwing them on the floor. He turned the shower on as cold as it would go. He stepped into the ice-cold water making him gasp for air at the intense difference of temperature. The water did nothing for his raging erection. He stood there shivering for several minutes hoping he would cool off, but the images of Faith naked kept beating at his mind vividly. He found himself taking Faith in every position that his mind could conjure up.
Seeing her naked on his bed, taking her under him slow and steady. He could see her taking control of her own pleasure and riding him with that sexy body of hers. He found himself flipping her over and burying himself in her doggy style. He would thrust into her hard and fast until she was screaming his name, trembling from the intense orgasm that he was going to give her. He could see her begging him to touch her, taste her luscious skin. How he wanted to taste her everywhere.
“Forget it.” He turned the water on to a reasonable temperature and braced his left hand against the wall in front of him. He took the soap in his right hand lathering it up and then let the bar fall to the bottom of the tub. He took his cock into his hand, stroking it slowly and firm. He was a man; why not give him sexual relief. If it kept him from pushing Faith against the wall and tearing at her dress until he could get under it to the wet folds of her sex. Run his fingers along the wet slick nub he would find there having her squirming against his hand and begging him to take her.
He moaned, leaning his head back and moved his hand harder and faster down himself adding more friction. He could see her licking her bottom lip then catching it in between her teeth, letting it slid out slowly. Her hazel eyes blazing with undeniable desire, letting him know what he was doing to her. He would bring those shapely legs of hers up around his lean waist and undo his pants so nothing was between him and her burning core. He would rub himself between her teasingly until she was moaning and begging him to take her, until she was crying out his name. He would bury himself to the hilt in her hot tight body to hear her scream in ecstasy.
He would take her the way he had been dying too, hard and furiously. He would have her with an intense primal lust, almost animalistic. He was going to punish her for being so desirable; making him wants her as badly as he did that he couldn’t think of anything else. He’d thrust into her, slamming her body against the way each time he dove in and her nails would rack down him back, begging him for more the whole time.
He would take that tempting lip of hers into his own mouth sucking on it and sparring with her tongue in the same rhythm as his lovemaking. He would pull on her hard nipples almost to the point of pain, until Faith was convulsing around his cock as she came so hard she would be screaming with release…
He let out a growl as he felt his own release on the verge. He pumped harder and faster, pushing himself right over the edge. He came so hard it almost brought him right down to his knees. He realized to late, that now he wanted that damn woman even more than before.