1. Maga


    Date: 11/4/2015, Categories: Supernatural, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    us she asked me, “What song was playing on your car radio when you were waiting to enter the parking lot?” A wicked smile was on her face as she spoke the words. “You tell me, Cassandra. If, the song was truly coming from my radio,” I coldly replied. “Clever, clever man,” she replied, as she stood close enough to me that I could feel the heat from her body. “What color is my hair, Gil?” she asked as she ran her fingers through her long, dark, shiny, scented hair. I remained silent, staring her down, not blinking. She ran her tongue seductively over her lips and asked, “What color are my lips?” I felt my heart beat getting quicker. A dull thud echoed in my ears with each beat of my heart. She tried to place her hand on my chest again. She jumped with a start when my hand flashed upwards and gripped her wrist again. “I don’t like repeating myself, Cassandra,” I growled at her. She smiled, extended her fingers and easily slipped her wrist from my vice like grip. That was not possible; I was gripping her wrist hard enough that she couldn’t have possibly broken free of it. “And, as I told you, Gil. I truly enjoy your rough touch, but…,” she giggled as she lifted her hand in the air. My eyes followed her hand as she slowly raised it over her head. When her arm was fully extended in the air, yellow and red sparks danced around her fingertips. Cassandra closed her hand and the sparks disappeared, I turned my gaze to her eyes. We remained silent, staring at each other, aware of the ...
    heat coming off each other’s bodies. The sexual tension between us was building in intensity. “Witch,” I softly snarled at her with a crooked smile on my lips. Cassandra backed away from me and giggled, “Ohhhhh, Gil. I really have a deep distaste for that word. It sounds so harsh and ugly. I prefer the Italian word, Maga. It sounds much more pleasing to the ears. I think that word sounds incredibly sexy, especially when spoken with an Italian accent.” I remained silent and stared hard at her. She parted her lips to speak as she took a step towards me. “That’s close enough, Cassandra.” I cut her off before she got the first word out, “Don’t come any closer,” my tone steady and calm as I spoke. “Gil, your words wound me. I mean you no harm. You have nothing to fear from little old me,” she pouted. “I’ve seen some very ugly and hurtful things hidden behind the coy smiles and sparkle in people’s eyes,” I calmly replied. “You are not afraid of me, are you, Gil?” she asked in a half playful and half serious tone. “What few, elusive things scare me, Cassandra. I can assure you that you are not one of them. Let’s just say I am being cautious,” I grinned at her, paused for an instant and added, “For the time being. I survived two divorces, and what seemed like the never ending teenage years of my twin daughters. You’ll have to show me more than sparkles if you want to scare me.” She laughed and replied, “Intriguing. I wanted to touch your chest, to see if I could tell if you had any ...
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