Muriel POV
My heart was pounding in my ribcage. She didn't take the out I provided and my desire rampaged within me. I had wanted to take her right then, but once again I felt concern for my Gretel. I certainly hadn't expected her to be a virgin. She was a beautiful woman and I'd expect her to have had many suitors. But witch hunters were often considered little better than their quarry, the commoners believed them tainted by their work. I also suspected that Gretel's somewhat hostile nature had kept the rest at bay.
The primal section of my brain had practically purred when it learned that no other had touched her, I wanted to claim her all for myself. However, it did make things difficult with the level of my desire, raging inferno that it was. As I carried her in my arms, her face buried in my neck, I cast a minor spell to shed the water from our bodies. Reaching the bedroom once more, I had to fight not to simply toss her on the bed and take her right there. She was a virgin; I needed to be careful, lest my little hunter be harmed. I set her down slowly, keeping my body pressed against hers. The fact that we were already undressed made things both easier and harder. This way I wouldn't end up ripping her clothes off, thereby giving myself away. But feeling her naked flesh against mine roused my desire to impossible heights.
I'd lived a long time and had many lovers, but never had it felt like this. I ran my hands from her shoulders to her wrists, gently securing them behind her back with my left hand. She looked up at me with hooded eyes, tempting me to lean in and nip at her full lower lip. We met once more in a deep kiss that spoke of passion, lust, and undeniable connection. Her tongue warred with mine in a battle for dominance that I took great pleasure in winning. I smirked against her lips, hearing her moan and tug at my hold on her wrists.
Gently urging her down on the bed, I surveyed her gorgeous form. I shook my head and tugged at her hands when she attempted to cover herself in a fit of shyness, "You're beautiful."
We both gasped as I lowered my body on top of hers, the meeting of our burning flesh so delicious, I watched her eyes flutter closed. Burying my face in her neck, her sweet scent washed over me as I nipped and kissed the delicate skin there. Our legs were entwined and I could feel her wetness against my thigh. Encouraging her leg to wrap around my waist, I began rocking my hips into hers, just enough to tantalise and tease.
"Muriel, please!" God I love it when she begs, I chuckled, ignoring my own arousal to nip across her delicate collarbone to her breasts. They were perfect, not too big or small, with pretty pink nipples. My tongue flicking over said nipples brought her arching off the bed; my teeth had her hands in my hair while she stuttered my name once more. I lavished attention on her perfect cleavage for what seemed like eternity before moving lower, smiling at her protesting moan. "Don't worry love, I won't leave you high and dry" I had to bite my tongue to hold back my laughter at her glare, "well maybe not dry". Her face and chest were flushed, her hair already mussed from her writhing and the beginnings of a love bite on her neck. Yet somehow her glare managed to hold its intended warning.
"Your wish is my command" I didn't give her time to answer before dipping my tongue to her navel, working my way down. The scent of her arousal was too much for me to resist and I gave up teasing. I parted her with a single finger, her entire body jerking as I grazed her aching clit. Our need was urgent but I still couldn't resist this chance for exploration. Ignoring Gretel's whimpers, I traced her delicate folds with fingers and tongue, purposefully avoiding her swollen clit.
Finally, unable to resist her, I sucked her clit into my mouth. I had missed the taste of a woman, and she was far better than any before her. Gently holding the sensitised nub between my teeth, I flicked my tongue against it, revelling in her wanton moans. Her hands, which had previously been occupied clenching the bed sheets, threaded through my hair and my own arousal spiked at the delicious edge of pain her tugging elicited. I doubted her hymen had survived her athletic lifestyle but I was still careful, sliding a single finger into her wet heat. She whimpered and whispered my name. I glanced up in concern, worried I'd hurt her. But it wasn't pain in her eyes. It was need. Pure and simple.
I smiled at her once more before returning to my endeavours.
I began a slow, deep rhythm with my finger, curling it to stroke the sensitive spot that had her entire body jerking each time. Before long her hands were tugging at my hair once more, and I added another finger, revelling in the tight feel of her.
I'd been careful with my actions up to now, but suddenly she propped herself up on one elbow and used her grip on my hair to yank my head up. "Harder Muriel. I need…" despite her inability to articulate, her previous shyness seemed to have vanished in the face of her fierce desire. Surging up, the inferno of my own arousal surging once more, I caught her lips in a ferocious kiss, swallowing her moans. I pressed her back down on the bed, capturing her hands in one of mine once more, and angled my wrist against my pelvis. Using the added force gained by my hips I thrust into my mate hard. Leaning back to gauge her reaction I smirked as her lower body's desperate undulations urged me on. "So you like it hard, love?" she bit her lip in a sinfully erotic manner, "Good, I want to fuck you until you scream my name. I want to claim you so completely that you'll never want another. "
Her already rapid breathing increased at my declaration, her pupils dilating to almost completely consume her irises.
Locking our gazes, I started a driving rhythm. Her hips rose and fell in time, thrusting back against me. Her moans sang to me, spurring me on and her legs wrapping around my waist pulled my fingers deeper. She managed to hold my eyes up until I moved my thumb to her clit, grazing it with each thrust, at which point her head fell back, exposing the length of her graceful neck. My pace never faltered as I leaned in and traced patterns with my tongue. She was already close to the edge and I knew it wouldn't take much to push her over. She probably felt my feral grin against her throat before I moved to the muscle between neck and shoulder.
When I sunk my teeth deep, in the most primal of urges, her entire body went ridged as her walls clamped down on my fingers. A short, choked scream escaped her lips as she came apart, shuddering in my arms. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen; in that moment of rapture I knew I'd be forever lost to her.