kate storm 04 - witches dont back down by meredith allen conner
Authors: meredith allen conner
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relationship rules I was breaking. Things I should be saying to maintain a healthy partnership between us.
Screw it.
I was a cursed witch in love with the king of demons. We'd make our own way.
The deck door was shut. Al was watching TV. And my neighbors couldn't see onto my deck. Perfect.
The flames came roaring back to life on Ash's shoulders. This time they were sapphire flames with scarlet tips. A sure sign of his passion.
"Kate." Ash narrowed his eyes. A distinct warning in his voice.
It only added to my excitement.
I'd never thought of myself as a kinky witch before Ash. After I found out about his sin, I figured his sin of lust was behind my naughty urges. Nope. Turns out it's all me. His sin might bring it out more, but the desires and wants are all mine.
Yeah baby.
"Ash." I countered. I crossed my arms over my chest. It just so happened, the movement pushed my breasts up and center. Oops . My bad.
Ash's eyes zeroed in like a laser.
The flames on his shoulders multiplied and started crawling down his chest and arms.
"Cast a spell, Kate." He said as he took the two steps needed to close the distance between us.
I put Flame Away on every morning, but I needed my magic to keep every part of me safe from his hellfire. The more intimate parts.
I cast my spell.
Ash wrapped his hands around my shoulders and lifted me up and into his body.
I grabbed hold of his shoulders. As soon as I touched his tattoo, the mark of his sin, the lines began to move. They swirled upwards, seeking out my touch, my hand. They curled around my wrist and caressed their way up my forearm. His sin never hurt me. It didn't burn or scald the way I expected a sin to do. It simply embraced me and held me to its lines, to Ash's body. Almost like a cage. One I never wanted to escape.
I arched into his wide chest, pressing my breasts to him. Lifting my legs, I spread them and wrapped them around his waist.
I didn't worry about my weight.
Ash is an incredibly strong demon.
He let go of my shoulders and cupped my ass. I wiggled.
Ash leaned his head down until our foreheads touched. "Bad Kate."
Yes. Yes I was.
In his arms, I embraced it.
I slid the hand caught in his sin down from his shoulder to inside his vest and over his pec. His sin followed my every move.
Using my other hand, I undid the tie holding his vest together and shoved both sections of his vest wide open in order to touch as much of Ash as possible. Ash has muscles on his muscles. Well-developed, totally ripped and the right side of body builder bulging. His muscles flexed and rolled and rippled enticingly under my touch.
Hellfire encased his entire upper torso now. Deep blue flames danced over his skin, over my skin and between us.
It brought all of my nerve endings to life.
One big hand reached up and cupped my breast. I moaned. Ash growled.
He caught my tight nipple between two fingers and tugged. Gently. Then harder.
"Don't tease, Ash." It always amazed me how quickly I went from simmer to a full-on out of control fire with Ash.
"But, Kate, you've been very bad."
Oh, Sweet Spirits.
The dominant demon was out in full force.
13. Demon Kings Rock.
My legs turned weak and I started to slide downward.
Ash immediately caught me with both hands under my ass. He lifted me higher, turned and sat down in one of the wicker chairs.
My wicker chairs had arms which had the unfortunate effect of pushing my legs up. My heels stood out at a funny angle behind Ash's back.
I would have complained–I'm not the most limber of witches–except Ash pushed up with his hips and pressed my chest forward at the same time.
His hard cock hit me right where I wanted it.
We both groaned.
And I completely forgot about my legs.
"You have on too many clothes," Ash whispered against my lips. He kissed me hard.
I agreed. I didn't know where his vest went. He wasn't wearing it and I didn't remember removing it. I needed to play catch up.
I yanked my shirt over my head,
Screw it.
I was a cursed witch in love with the king of demons. We'd make our own way.
The deck door was shut. Al was watching TV. And my neighbors couldn't see onto my deck. Perfect.
The flames came roaring back to life on Ash's shoulders. This time they were sapphire flames with scarlet tips. A sure sign of his passion.
"Kate." Ash narrowed his eyes. A distinct warning in his voice.
It only added to my excitement.
I'd never thought of myself as a kinky witch before Ash. After I found out about his sin, I figured his sin of lust was behind my naughty urges. Nope. Turns out it's all me. His sin might bring it out more, but the desires and wants are all mine.
Yeah baby.
"Ash." I countered. I crossed my arms over my chest. It just so happened, the movement pushed my breasts up and center. Oops . My bad.
Ash's eyes zeroed in like a laser.
The flames on his shoulders multiplied and started crawling down his chest and arms.
"Cast a spell, Kate." He said as he took the two steps needed to close the distance between us.
I put Flame Away on every morning, but I needed my magic to keep every part of me safe from his hellfire. The more intimate parts.
I cast my spell.
Ash wrapped his hands around my shoulders and lifted me up and into his body.
I grabbed hold of his shoulders. As soon as I touched his tattoo, the mark of his sin, the lines began to move. They swirled upwards, seeking out my touch, my hand. They curled around my wrist and caressed their way up my forearm. His sin never hurt me. It didn't burn or scald the way I expected a sin to do. It simply embraced me and held me to its lines, to Ash's body. Almost like a cage. One I never wanted to escape.
I arched into his wide chest, pressing my breasts to him. Lifting my legs, I spread them and wrapped them around his waist.
I didn't worry about my weight.
Ash is an incredibly strong demon.
He let go of my shoulders and cupped my ass. I wiggled.
Ash leaned his head down until our foreheads touched. "Bad Kate."
Yes. Yes I was.
In his arms, I embraced it.
I slid the hand caught in his sin down from his shoulder to inside his vest and over his pec. His sin followed my every move.
Using my other hand, I undid the tie holding his vest together and shoved both sections of his vest wide open in order to touch as much of Ash as possible. Ash has muscles on his muscles. Well-developed, totally ripped and the right side of body builder bulging. His muscles flexed and rolled and rippled enticingly under my touch.
Hellfire encased his entire upper torso now. Deep blue flames danced over his skin, over my skin and between us.
It brought all of my nerve endings to life.
One big hand reached up and cupped my breast. I moaned. Ash growled.
He caught my tight nipple between two fingers and tugged. Gently. Then harder.
"Don't tease, Ash." It always amazed me how quickly I went from simmer to a full-on out of control fire with Ash.
"But, Kate, you've been very bad."
Oh, Sweet Spirits.
The dominant demon was out in full force.
13. Demon Kings Rock.
My legs turned weak and I started to slide downward.
Ash immediately caught me with both hands under my ass. He lifted me higher, turned and sat down in one of the wicker chairs.
My wicker chairs had arms which had the unfortunate effect of pushing my legs up. My heels stood out at a funny angle behind Ash's back.
I would have complained–I'm not the most limber of witches–except Ash pushed up with his hips and pressed my chest forward at the same time.
His hard cock hit me right where I wanted it.
We both groaned.
And I completely forgot about my legs.
"You have on too many clothes," Ash whispered against my lips. He kissed me hard.
I agreed. I didn't know where his vest went. He wasn't wearing it and I didn't remember removing it. I needed to play catch up.
I yanked my shirt over my head,
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