Warlock's Charm by Marly Mathews Page B

hold it against them,” she
murmured.
    “I know that,” he said, pulling her close. “You showed me
how forgiving you could be by taking me back into your life and by releasing
those poor sods I sent after you.”
    “They’d only been hired to do a service for you. I admit I
retaliated against them a bit harshly. You should probably also know that I
have a collection back on Earth in the family home that Dallas lives in.”
    “What kind of a collection?”
    “What kind do you think?” she asked impishly, raising her
left eyebrow.
    “You are a naughty witch. Maybe you need a spanking,” he
said.
    She laughed and started running up the steps. “You have to
catch me first,” she called out breathlessly, as she ran from him, and he paid
hot pursuit.
    She slammed the door shut behind her and waited with her
heart pounding excitedly in her chest. She smiled and rejoiced in their
reunion. She’d been kidding herself when she’d believed that she could cut
Damien out of her life. What had she been thinking?
    He slammed against the door and then silence reigned. She
wondered if he’d given up and left.
    “Anya,” he whispered.
    “Yes,” she murmured.
    “Let me in,” he said. She chuckled. He sounded like a hungry
wolf asking to be let into the little piglet’s house.
    “Why should I?” she asked, waiting with bated breath for his
response.
    “Because I can bring you unimaginable pleasures if you do,”
he replied.
    She laughed. “You probably can. I’m just not entirely
certain I want that spanking you promised.”
    “Ah, Anya, a little pain with the pleasure is sometimes a
good thing,” he mused.
    She whirled about and opened the door, throwing herself into
his arms. He lifted her up so she stood on his boots, and they both stumbled
into the room. She raised her arm and used her powers to shut the door firmly
behind them.
    They stumbled together until he held her pinned against the
wall. He turned her around and dropped his warm hand to the crease behind her
knee. She inhaled deeply as anticipation and want coupled together, making her
quite warm. Brushing his hand up from her knee, he stopped when his hand cupped
her bottom. “You’re very naughty, Anya, to walk around with no knickers on.”
His hot breath caressed the back of her neck.
    “That’s the way you like it,” she murmured.
    His husky laugh rumbled through the room and made her sigh
deliciously. She really had been punishing herself by staying away from Damien
for so long.
    “You’re right, I do like my wife as a wanton witch and a
naughty one to boot. It does make life more interesting but your habit of
turning men and women into waxed dolls really does need to stop.”
    “Some deserve it,” she said, forming her mouth into a pout.
    “I don’t doubt it but some might have just been on the wrong
end of your mercurial temper. Now, you’re trying to lead me astray. You have a
spanking coming, my love.” His hand flattened against her left cheek. “Your
skin is like silk,” he murmured, massaging her gently.
    She rolled her eyes. He was talking about her leading him
astray? He didn’t need any help!
    “Maybe you need more than one spanking…good things come in
threes you know,” he murmured.
    “Don’t even think about it,” she said, as his spanking hit
home.
    The startling pain mingled with the desire sweeping through
her. His threat of giving her two more resonated within her and she actually
found herself waiting for them!
    “Oh hell,” he muttered. “I can’t wait for you any longer.”
He whirled her around and kissed her hard.
    “I love you, Damien,” she said breathlessly.
    “My heart and soul belong to you, Anya,” he said, his eyes
cloudy with scorching ardor.
    His want for her was evident. He pushed up her skirt, and
she clumsily helped him release his cock, which strained against the trousers
he wore. He kissed her hard as he entered her slick entrance wet with her want
for him. He groaned against her