Enforcer Ensnared (20 page)

They both moaned in
dismay as again he withdrew his digits. He coated yet more lube slickly onto
them and returned them to her pouting hole. This time he slid slickly into her,
almost the whole way on his first try. She still clenched down upon him like a
vise and Blade’s mouth and throat were dry from his desire and eagerness to
penetrate her finally with his cock.

His fingers glided in and
out of her tight body, her passage hot, slick and so constricted he genuinely
didn’t know if he would fit inside without tearing her.
Ange
pressed her ass back onto him. She turned her head and he saw her pupils dilate
with pleasure. She drew breath in quick gasps and ragged pants.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
“I need you right now, Blade. Please.
Right.
Now.”

Blade nearly choked on
his own breath from the begging tone in his love’s voice. He turned the tube of
lube over his thick shaft and squeezed as he continued to fuck her with his
fingers. Lubricant drizzled over his cock head and along his shaft. Dropping
the tube to the floor of the stall, he used his hand to slick the glistening
wet lubricant over his shaft.

Ange
braced her hands on the tile wall,
her back arched as her butt pressed out in sweet temptation. Blade withdrew his
fingers and spread her cheeks apart. Her tight hole still contracted, sucked
like a tiny mouth as it searched for his fingers. Blade lodged the tip of his
cock at her opening and pressed his head inside her.

Wet, tight heat
surrounded him.
Ange’s
body pulled at
him,
milked him in the most erotic sensation he had ever
experienced. She jerked herself back and he sank another inch into her.

“You’re mine,” he
insisted.
“Always.
Forever.
No one else, babe.”

Her “yes” sounded
strained, breathless, and made his magic sing hotly in his veins. Blade felt
invincible, omnipotent. He was a warrior, a dark defender, and never had he
felt as powerful as he did now in claiming his witch forever. Angelina Harling
was his and no one could take her from him.

Blade withdrew his cock
and his heart soared at her whimper. He pressed a hot kiss to her cheek and
then her jaw and thrust his hips forward, plunging half his length into her.
She screamed as he breached her and he instinctively held still, waited to
allow her body to adjust to his thickness. After
Ange’s
breaths calmed down, he withdrew and again thrust inside her, his passage
easier this time.

They moved together, back
and forth, as he claimed more and more of her ass with his prick. Finally,
after what could only have been a few minutes but had felt more like hours, he
lodged his cock deeply within her, penetrating her fully. His balls slapped
against her soft skin making a sound he knew he’d never forget. They panted
heavily, the warmth of the spray and steam enveloping them in their own private
little world.

“Circe, but it feels
different,”
Ange
moaned. Blade held her steady with
one hand on her hip and let his other hand snake around to her flat belly. He
stroked her there for a moment, but then his hand eagerly sought lower, moved
to press between her lips to caress her hardened nub.

Her hips moved in
earnest, bumping his finger precisely where she needed it most. He rubbed her
harder, simultaneously fucking her tiny hole more fully back onto his shaft.
Deeper and deeper he plunged within her.
Ange’s
body
burned him, her wet, devastatingly tight heat clasping him like the most
intoxicating of vises.

Blade thrust his hips in
time with her movements and soon they had formed a hard, driving rhythm.

They strained together
and Blade could feel the electricity of their magic swell and grow as his
climax approached. His hair stood on end, the fire in his belly and at the base
of his cock almost overwhelming him.
Ange
reached out
blindly with her hand. She groped for his waist and drew him to her, forced him
to penetrate her deeper and fuck her harder.

Blade lost his control.

He shoved her up against
the wall, pressed her tightly to the wet tile and both his hands grasped her
hips to tilt her and hold her steady at the exact angle he needed. He rammed
into her, hard and fierce. Withdrawing fully, he slammed back into her with one
stroke, possessing her ferociously as he had never dared with anyone else before.

Ange
cried out her pleasure as her body
accepted him. She screamed as the force of her climax washed over her. Blade
could feel the shudders running through her. The tight passage of her ass
contracted around him, squeezing almost painfully. He roared his approval and
thrust harder into her, not caring that his hands and cock might bruise her.
Only the thrill and satisfaction of possessing her consumed him.

Only seconds later he
felt as if his balls detonated, thick hot gushes of his seed shooting from his
cock and filling her ass. When he realized his eyes were squeezed tightly shut
he forced them to open and looked down at her perfect ass as he rode through
his climax.

His cock pumped fiercely
inside her, lodging in her to the hilt. His semen filled her and he watched a
small trickle leak from her hole and down the backs of her thighs. Blade pumped
into
Ange
until he was drained and he collapsed into
her, pressing her against the cool tile wall.

They stood there silently
for a few moments as they caught their breaths and came back down to earth.

Carefully, Blade pulled
away from her and hissed a little at how over-sensitive his soft shaft now
felt. Water continued to stream over them and with a
featherlight
touch he rinsed their bodies in the warm spray.
Ange
also ran her hands over him, the silent intimacy of their task creating another
strong bond between them as they touched each other tenderly and with exquisite
care.

Blade turned her to face
him and tilted her head up until their eyes locked together. Kissing her
passionately but with every ounce of love he felt for her, he let his body speak
of the depth of his feelings. He licked his tongue over her lips, traced them
in silent benediction.

“Are you okay?” he
finally checked, concerned he might have gone over the top or crossed a line he
should not have. His beautiful witch grinned at him, a saucy, minx-like stare
that heated his blood once again.

“I loved it,” she replied
simply. “We need to do that more often.”

Blade wrapped his arms
around her and drew her close.

“I love you,” he said
seriously.
Ange
kissed his lips before she pulled
back so they could
stare
again into each other’s
eyes.

“I love you too,” she
answered just as solemnly.

They rinsed themselves
once more before Blade stepped out of the stall and grabbed a towel. Carefully
he dried himself off, his head tilted as
Ange
turned
the water off and stepped from the stall and grabbed a towel.

“I was thinking something
light to eat?” he suggested. “We don’t know how late tonight will run and
although I don’t want a heavy meal sitting in my stomach I also don’t want to
be distracted by hunger.
Maybe steak and a salad?”

Ange
smirked at him, her full lips
pouting deliciously.

“Isn’t this how we began
our little interlude?” she teased.

Blade blinked, lost.

“You being distracted?”
she reminded him.

Blade whipped the towel
out to gently snap at her slender, muscled thighs.

“I’ll go and heat up the
grill,” he replied firmly, as he didn’t trust himself to any other action just
now. Besides, they really didn’t have the time anymore for other, more
pleasurable responses he could make.

With only a small twinge
of remorse at the potentially lost advantage, Blade turned and left the room.
He placated himself with the knowledge that he and
Ange
had the rest of their lives. They both adored their work and while it might
result in a few sessions like this that had to be cut short, a lifetime was
almost enough time to make up for it.

He took a deep, steadying
breath and tried to get himself under control, lost in lust for his witch.

* * * *
*

Blade had pulled the
ingredients to make a light salad from his fridge and looked each one over
carefully to check for spoilage. A few bits and pieces made their way directly
into the garbage bin, but now his counter held a large salad bowl, dressing,
lettuce, green and red bell peppers, cucumber, tomatoes, celery, green beans
and button mushrooms.

Three small dinner rolls
made of soft white bread from the local bakery also sat on a plate with a
half-used stick of butter he had unearthed. The grill sizzled as he added some
oil and he was in the middle of shaking salt, pepper and all-purpose seasoning
onto the steaks when
Ange
padded almost silently on
naked feet out onto the small back patio where his grill lived.

“I’d love to say it
smells delicious,” she started with a soft laugh, “but I can’t smell anything
except the heat of the grill so far.”

“Smart ass,” he chuckled
and gently slapped her rump.
Ange
winced just very
slightly, a small crease around her eyes, and instantly he felt contrition. Her
glasses peeked out from the top pocket of her half-unbuttoned dark-navy-blue
shirt and she reached for them.

“No, wait,” he said
quickly, sprinkling the two steaks in a rush before placing them carefully on
the hot grill. “I want to tell you something and I need to see your eyes for
it. Just a few minutes, I promise.”

Ange
looked him over carefully, studied
him for a moment before nodding. Blade checked the steak had seared properly,
keeping the juices in and heating the spices so they would flavor the meat
thoroughly before flipping them. Satisfied, he turned the heat down just a little
and took
Ange’s
hand in his. With measured steps, he
led her inside to sit at the dining room table.

“I…” Blade frowned as he
collected his thoughts. He’d not meant to have this discussion just yet, but
when she’d been about to put on her glasses he had realized just how imperative
it was to him that he see her reaction for himself. Really
see
how she
felt about it.

Blade did not believe
Ange
would lie to him, not about anything. That wasn’t who
they were to each other. But as good as he was at reading her and as close as
they had become, some things a man needed to see and read in his partner’s eyes
for himself.

“I know I was a bit rough
with you toward the end there,” he started slowly. “And I know you said it was
okay, that you liked it. But I just…I needed to explain this to you. I know I’m
a large man—”

Ange
smirked and he couldn’t help but
answer with a wicked one of his own.

“Not like that, you know
damn well what I mean. We spend so much of our lives cleaning up after messes,
acting as the front line of defense against all manner of evil and picking up
the pieces afterward, that we can’t possibly be untouched by what we do. After
a while, those little pieces of us that are affected grow, and a lot of the
time it leads operatives down the wrong path. I’m not trying to be
melodramatic, but it’s a part of what can be the outcome after what we do day
in and day out.”

Blade took a deep breath
and paused for a moment.
Ange
squeezed his hand
silently and he relaxed, pleased she didn’t feel the need to interject just
now. Blade collected himself before he continued more softly.

“Babe, there’s something
inside
me,
deep in the most hidden aspects of my soul,
that sometimes rears its head and wants…no,
needs
to come out.” Blade
struggled with the words as he tried to explain. “I imagine most people have it
to some degree or other, I doubt it’s just me.
But…well…that
doesn’t make my giving in to it or acting upon those urges right.
It
doesn’t give me an allowance to do something I know I shouldn’t.”

Again Blade paused for a
short few seconds, wanting to give
Ange
the chance to
speak if she wanted to. When she didn’t he hurried to finish.

“I’ve only behaved that
way once or twice with a
witch,
and always after a
long talk when we’ve discussed boundaries and the like. I just wanted you so
badly, and you do these things to me—it pushes me and I end up losing control.
I love how you make me feel like that, but I firmly believe no man has a right
to take a woman in any way other than how she wants it. I need you to know
that.”

Ange
covered his hand with hers, leaned
in and kissed him passionately.

“Blade, you big fool, I
loved what you did to me—hell, I wanted it as much if not more than you did. Do
you know how rare it is for a witch to find a wizard she is attracted
to,
loves deeply and can trust to act like that and not
cross the line? It can be all but impossible. Most men, if they do want what we
did, are too scared to actually follow through without checking every step of
the way. Believe me, nothing ruins a moment quite like being asked ‘Can I pinch
you here?’ and ‘I’m about to ram myself fully into you, is that okay?’ in the
middle of the moment.”