At The Party V

I dipped my head to press my mouth to the hollow of Adam's sternum, to slide my tongue over the ultrasensitive skin above his heart.

I was merged with him now, reading his mind, his erotic fantasies, wanting to bring them to life.

He groaned as his gut clenched hotly, his body responding with fierce aggression. His body knew me. Knew the entirety of me.

He watched me smile at the feel of his hard length burning against my skin. I had no inhibitions when I lay with him, only a fierce desire to burn with him.

"Answer me, Adam, the truth." My fingertips brushed his velvet tip, fingers curled around the heavy thickness of him sending hunger raging through his body.

I was playing with fire, but he didn't have the strength to stop me; he didn't want to stop me.

His hands curled in my hair, two tight fists.

"Both," he managed to gasp, shocked at his response.

Was he being bewitched?