Part 2 (2/2)

She came awake to a touch at her back. Pan, tugging her s.h.i.+rtwaist, pulled it free of her breeches. She had slept well, apparently, for the light entering the room was now the gray of twilight. Pan must have retrieved a lantern from his pack at some point, for one rested in the ashes of the fireplace, its golden glow chasing back the shadows.

His warm hand slid beneath her breeches, cradling one cheek. Ysa sighed. ”What are you doing?”

Pan brushed her hair away from her neck. ”We never finished what was begun, Ysa.” His tongue tasted the salty flesh behind her ear -- a light, feathery touch that set her pulse racing. Shame washed over her in a flood. Guilt-burdened, she longed to be true to Vitale in every way now, but her body betrayed her. When Pan's hand slid between her cheeks, his finger stroking the tiny pucker there, a spiral of intense pleasure pierced her woman's place, and she moaned in surrender.

Almost involuntarily, her hands moved, pus.h.i.+ng her breeches down past her hips. She drew her legs up, pressing into Pan's caresses.

His throaty laugh sent a fresh pang of remorse through her, and she nearly pulled away. But he reached out, his other hand cupping one plump breast, kneading the bulbous nipple. Ysa s.h.i.+vered, arching into his touch, whispering his name.

With a sharp cry, he pulled his hand away, reaching up to grasp her shoulder and push her onto her back. His mouth ravaged hers, his tongue claiming every nook and cranny. When he drew back, placing his thumb against her bottom lip, his pale gray eyes dark with pa.s.sion, she trembled. She took his thumb in her mouth, her p.u.s.s.y spasming as she prepared him, licking and sucking the way she licked and sucked when the hot seed spurted from his manhood.

”That's it,strega mia ,” he whispered. Ysa trembled in antic.i.p.ation. With a hiss of impatience, she turned again on her side, drawing her knees up against her abdomen. Reaching down, she parted her cheeks, offering herself to him. He allowed her to give his thumb one last swirl with her tongue. Then in one swift, punis.h.i.+ng movement, he forced his thumb inside the tight pucker.

Pleasure blossomed in Ysa's belly as his thumb wriggled inside her. She moaned and thrashed. Pan nipped her neck, sucking the tender skin as she bucked against him.

”More,” she urged desperately.

”Don't worry, my little witch.” Pan's thick finger penetrated her rapidly, deeper and deeper with each stroke. He snaked his free arm beneath her, between her side and the tousled blankets, capturing her left nipple between his fingers.

Ysa felt that core of ecstasy first awakened in her over a year earlier winding tighter and tighter within. Each fresh plunge into that tight cavern flushed her groin with heat, and the fingers milking her nipple sent wicked spirals of lightning to that sacred place between her legs, where moisture gathered thickly.

”Yes, Pan,” she gasped. ”Yes!”

With a grin, Pan tugged at her, guiding her up onto all fours, thumb wriggling all the while. ”Yes,” she cried, in a frenzy of need. ”Yes, Pan. Now!”

With one smooth movement, his thumb was gone, and then his hands were holding her cheeks painfully wide, his thick, hot manhood forcing its way inside her.

Ysa whimpered fitfully, pressing back against him. Pain and pa.s.sion sent electric stabs of pleasure spiraling to her woman's place, making it ache.

She tightened her a.s.s, squeezing his staff fiercely as he thrust into her again and again. She felt no pain now, only a mind-numbing, limb-melting storm of heat that racked her body and left her trembling and weak. Urgently, she rocked against him. Pan roared her name, grasping her waist tight as he drove himself deep inside her, his hot seed pulsing into the greedy channel. Ysa arched in ecstasy, arms trembling as the two of them swirled together amidst the tempest.

Slowly, ecstasy faded. Ysa collapsed against the tangled blankets, Pan atop her. ”Ysa, Ysa,” he murmured, moving aside her sweat-slicked curls to nibble the back of her neck.

His ravis.h.i.+ng tool diminished within her. Ysa wiggled her hips, perversely excited by the sensation. Pan groaned. ”Youare a witch,” he whispered. ”You're driving me mad.”

Ysa giggled and clenched herself tight around him, wickedly delighted to feel his manhood twitch.

She was lying on her stomach, Pan half-sprawled on top of her. He snaked his hand between her belly and the floor, his fingers searching. Ysa raised her hips slightly, gasping when he found the tender, ripe nub buried in her nest of dark curls. Pressing his finger into it, he moved the throbbing pearl in slow circles.

Ysa arched, muscles spasming, the special place between her legs weeping anew. Pan kissed her neck. Closing her eyes, Ysa began to move her hips, thrusting into his touch the way he thrust into her body. She felt him smile against her neck, his breath quickening at her arousal.

His staff twitched again. As she moved her hips in quick, shallow thrusts, it expanded inside her, stretching her a.s.s deliciously. Ysa laughed, rising up onto her knees again.

Pan captured her sensitive nub between two fingers and pinched, milking it the way he milked her nipples. Ysa arched, bucking against him, tightening her a.s.s around his staff.

”Ysa,” Pan groaned. He wrapped his powerful arm around her waist, holding her immobile while his c.o.c.k pierced her over and over.

Ysa's breath caught in her throat. She arched, quaking as the storm of pa.s.sion overtook her once more.

Pan's finger moved, slipping along the wet slit below her nub.

Ysa gasped. ”Pan, no!”

She had forbidden him. Forbidden him to ever touch her there. She wanted Vitale to be the first to know that place.

When she had told her grandmother of her desires and Vitale's refusals, the gypsy had said that when pa.s.sion gripped her in its hot fingers, allowing Pan to use the tight pucker between her cheeks was the way to satisfy it. No child would be quickened and her virginity would remain intact for the man she intended as her future husband. Pan had agreed to this, and had never broken their pact.

”Pan. No!”

This time, he held her waist in a punis.h.i.+ng grip despite her struggles, bruising her soft flesh as his finger slid for the first time into the weeping cleft.

Ysa gasped. He probed and pressed, stroking the hot, throbbing flesh inside her. Not just her nipples, but her b.r.e.a.s.t.s seemed to swell, tightening until she thought they would burst. ”Oh!”

The thrust of Pan's staff between her cheeks slowed. Another finger probed at her womanhood.

”Ysa?”

For one long, agonizing moment, she thought of denying him. She sensed she could tell him no and this time, at least, he would stop. But her p.u.s.s.y clenched, and the feel of his strong, slender finger inside her made the pleasure rise again within her. Desire crashed over her like a wave and she moaned, parting her legs, wiggling her hips to entice him.

”Oh yes, Ysa,” Pan gasped roughly as he worked this finger in alongside the other one, stretching her slowly, deliciously. ”I have longed for this.”

Betrayer! Ysa's mind whispered, but her body... oh, her body devoured his touch.

She arched and rocked back as his questing fingers caressed a secret fold that sent a burst of pleasure rippling through her belly. ”Pan!” He pressed again, his fingers knowing, insistent. ”Oh, yes, Pan,” she sobbed. ”Yes, yes.” Ysa moaned, spreading her legs wide as he probed deeper, each stroke causing her p.u.s.s.y and a.s.s to clench tight around him.

”That's it, little witch.” Pan bent close to her, nibbled on her neck. ”My Ysa.” He continued toying with that magical spot, making her gasp. ”So hot,” he whispered. ”So sweet.” He caught her earlobe between his teeth, nipping hard. ”Mine.”

He straightened. Pleasure blossomed between her legs as his hips moved again, stroking his c.o.c.k in and out of her a.s.s as his fingers plumbed her p.u.s.s.y. ”Say it, Ysa,” he growled.

She whimpered, not wanting to betray Vitale any further, but desperate to relieve her throbbing need.

”Oh, G.o.ddess!” she cried as he buried the entire length of his staff in her a.s.s. She tried to rock against him, but he held her fast.

”Say it, Ysa.”

She trembled, shaking her head no even as she tried to move her hips.

He buried his fingers deep inside her, stroking his own manhood through her hot flesh. She s.h.i.+vered on the edge of release. ”Please, Pan. Please.”

His fingers glided over the magical spot that sent the most incredible sensations bursting through her abdomen, the touch feather light.

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