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Authors: Jennifer Smith
heard the legend of your grandmother all my life, and you of course. But I don’t remember ever seeing you in school. Where were you all those years?”
“Don’t believe everything you hear. A lot of the legend is just that. The story got bigger each time it was told. I didn’t attend school here. I had private tutors and spent a couple of years abroad.”
“That explains it. So the stories of the women in your family all being witches aren’t true?”
“Oh, no.” Zula drank more wine. “Those stories are all true.”
Connor chuckled as he looked at her, not knowing if she was joking or not. “Hungry? Supper should be ready.”
“Famished,” she replied and drained her glass as they got to their feet. “Oh my, I feel a little lightheaded. That’s some wine you’ve got there.”
“It’s about forty proof, which is way above the legal limit on store bought wines, so go easy on it. I don’t want you getting drunk on me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Zula said with a laugh and allowed him to lead her to the dining room.
~ Six ~
A Warning
His cock felt hard as steel and velvety soft when she straddled him and slid her pussy back and forth along the full length. Her hands splayed flat on his muscular chest for support. Her hair fell in dark, silky waves over both shoulders, swaying back and forth with her movements. His eyes never left hers, as she watched him watching her use him for her own pleasure. His fingers digging into the flesh of her hips felt good as each movement pushed and pulled her clit along his cock. The friction of skin against skin caused heat that rose into her abdomen and settled low, expanding with each thrust of her hips. The ball of heat grew and caused her blood to vibrate in her veins and her skin beaded with perspiration. She dug her nails deeper into his skin the closer she came to an orgasm. She could see his lips move, hear his voice urging her on, urging her to take, and she did. Her pussy slid faster and faster against his rigid dick and her breath came in short, hot gasps until the orgasm ripped through her. She bent forward from the force of the shock wave that gripped her, and buried her face in his chest as spasms continued to rock her. She felt his arms wrap around her, could hear his voice murmuring in her ear and finally, she collapsed on top of him trying to catch her breath.
~ * ~
Zula woke up bright and early the next day and felt wonderful, the dream of passion still fresh in her mind and her body. She shut her eyes and covered her face with both hands for a moment before sitting up. Her whole purpose for casting the spell for a mate was to stop the dream sex, but her dream lover hadn’t gone anywhere. Of course, the fact that Connor had brought her home at nine o’clock the night before didn’t help matters at all.
Dinner had been wonderful, and much to her surprise Connor was a very good cook. The wine had been excellent even if it went quickly to her head, and she thought the conversation had been great too. They talked and laughed over dinner and then had another glass of wine in the living room. She refused de ssert, but Connor wolfed down two pieces of apple pie while they chatted. So when he’d looked at his watch and said he would take her home, she was taken aback. He kissed her lightly at her door, said good night and left her standing there with what she was sure could be described as a stunned look on her face.
“He didn’t even ask to come inside, Thad. Can you believe it? I don’t know what to make of it. He was a perfect
“Don’t believe everything you hear. A lot of the legend is just that. The story got bigger each time it was told. I didn’t attend school here. I had private tutors and spent a couple of years abroad.”
“That explains it. So the stories of the women in your family all being witches aren’t true?”
“Oh, no.” Zula drank more wine. “Those stories are all true.”
Connor chuckled as he looked at her, not knowing if she was joking or not. “Hungry? Supper should be ready.”
“Famished,” she replied and drained her glass as they got to their feet. “Oh my, I feel a little lightheaded. That’s some wine you’ve got there.”
“It’s about forty proof, which is way above the legal limit on store bought wines, so go easy on it. I don’t want you getting drunk on me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Zula said with a laugh and allowed him to lead her to the dining room.
~ Six ~
A Warning
His cock felt hard as steel and velvety soft when she straddled him and slid her pussy back and forth along the full length. Her hands splayed flat on his muscular chest for support. Her hair fell in dark, silky waves over both shoulders, swaying back and forth with her movements. His eyes never left hers, as she watched him watching her use him for her own pleasure. His fingers digging into the flesh of her hips felt good as each movement pushed and pulled her clit along his cock. The friction of skin against skin caused heat that rose into her abdomen and settled low, expanding with each thrust of her hips. The ball of heat grew and caused her blood to vibrate in her veins and her skin beaded with perspiration. She dug her nails deeper into his skin the closer she came to an orgasm. She could see his lips move, hear his voice urging her on, urging her to take, and she did. Her pussy slid faster and faster against his rigid dick and her breath came in short, hot gasps until the orgasm ripped through her. She bent forward from the force of the shock wave that gripped her, and buried her face in his chest as spasms continued to rock her. She felt his arms wrap around her, could hear his voice murmuring in her ear and finally, she collapsed on top of him trying to catch her breath.
~ * ~
Zula woke up bright and early the next day and felt wonderful, the dream of passion still fresh in her mind and her body. She shut her eyes and covered her face with both hands for a moment before sitting up. Her whole purpose for casting the spell for a mate was to stop the dream sex, but her dream lover hadn’t gone anywhere. Of course, the fact that Connor had brought her home at nine o’clock the night before didn’t help matters at all.
Dinner had been wonderful, and much to her surprise Connor was a very good cook. The wine had been excellent even if it went quickly to her head, and she thought the conversation had been great too. They talked and laughed over dinner and then had another glass of wine in the living room. She refused de ssert, but Connor wolfed down two pieces of apple pie while they chatted. So when he’d looked at his watch and said he would take her home, she was taken aback. He kissed her lightly at her door, said good night and left her standing there with what she was sure could be described as a stunned look on her face.
“He didn’t even ask to come inside, Thad. Can you believe it? I don’t know what to make of it. He was a perfect