Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover over one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty witchling, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.
Emotionally detached to the point of amorality, his motto has been “friendly with many, close to none”, but he finds himself falling for Sasha, believing he might be able to trust a woman again. When he discovers she is actually the reincarnated witch who cursed him, though, his world turns on end. Can he believe she has returned to his life to heal the rift between them? Or will he walk away from her again, as he did so many years ago?
Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.
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Charlie held Sasha up as her legs buckled and she gave herself over to her beautiful climax. If orgasming was an Olympic sport, he’d bet anything on Sasha taking the gold. Truly, to be able to give herself over to such powerful pleasure was a special talent—no, an art.
When her bottom had stopped jerking, he stopped spanking and admired her lovely form draped limply over his arm. Her hair fell like a shimmering curtain around her face, her little hands reached for the floor, but she didn’t quite reach it.
He lifted her upright and gently turned her to face him, pulling her close.
She looped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his chest, her entire body trembling.
He kissed the top of her head. “Sweet little witchling,” he murmured endearingly. I love you. He wouldn’t allow himself to say the words, but he thought them. How had she so thoroughly captured his heart in such a short amount of time?
He felt waves of bliss rolling off her and he realized with surprise, that her pleasure was enough. He didn’t need his own release. Even if she never managed to lift the curse, he could be content with this. Even the ache in his balls did not sour the moment. In fact, he accepted the throb, almost relishing it, perhaps the way his little witch liked her spankings.
He lifted her face from his shirt and kissed her deeply, trying to express the emotion he felt for her.
She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back.
“Go put on something pretty, I’m taking you to dinner,” he said when they broke apart. He had the urge to spoil her a little, or show off, like some crazy caveman who just dragged a woman home and wants to show he’s a good provider.
About the Author:
Darling Adams is a naughty author who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance, submission and power exchanges.
She also writes spanking romance under the name Renee Rose.
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