Instead, he got a waft of musk from between her legs that nearly had him lifting up her skirt and burying his tongue there.

Abruptly, he let her go and sat back.

“Over my knees,” he demanded.

He again saw indecision before she watched him closely as she moved to his side. When she positioned to put a knee in the couch beside him, he gave her a short nod. He heard her breath catch as she looked away in order to finish arranging herself precisely as he wanted her over his thighs.

He reached out an arm, grabbed a toss pillow, and gently tucked it under her head, which was resting on the couch, her face turned away. This would not be his choice, but he allowed it. The next time, he’d demand she face him so he could watch her reaction to what he gave her.

“You may wish to hold on, sweet,” he murmured.

Instantly, her hands came up and gripped the pillow at its sides.

When she had her hold, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he slid a hand up the back of her thigh and up, until he’d bared her ass.

Perfection. So much so, he’d sink his fangs there.

Eventually.

But now, she’d earned different.

And he gave it to her, his hand landing on her cheek, filling the room with a sharp crack.

She jumped.

He drove his hand between her legs and found her, already wet.

Ready for it.

She moaned.

He gave her that until she was lifting her ass and grinding into his fingers that were drenched with her moisture, all this whimpering uncontrollably.

Only then did he go back to her ass.

She cried out, a sound that scored a path straight to his shaft, but she kept her ass lifted.

She was there, exactly where he wanted her.

Yuri smiled and he kept her there, taking her further until he did as he’d promised he’d do, her ass pink, her body writhing, her lips begging for release. It took some time. She’d held out beautifully.

But it was so spectacular, he needed more.

And it was time to give his little witch what she needed.

With his natural speed, he had her up, his cock out, and had her straddling him before he stopped her, her soaked cunt barely a hint against the tip of his cock.

She was blinking, recovering from the swiftness of her change in position, and only when he had her focus did he use his hands on her hips to slowly lower her down on his cock, filling her.

Taking her.

Bloody hell.

Finally, she was his.

He watched her head drop back and the pulse pound in her neck, that same pulse throbbing around his cock.

Fucking divine.