Devils Roses 04 - Witch

his warm breath landing on her bare nipple. She cried out as he flicked her nipple with his hot tongue. She felt herself melting into him. His hands caressed as his mouth sucked and kissed its way down her breasts and onto her stomach. He trailed along her naval.
    She closed her eyes and let the excitement and pleasure build inside of her. She ached for him.
    "I want to love you for real Ophelia."
    She realized what he said and moaned, "This is wrong."
    "Yes, yes it is." He murmured into her neck. He slipped his fingers under the waist of her panties. He slid his fingers inside and traced the waistband along her stomach. She moaned his name.
    He kissed her cheek and then the corner of her lips. She turned her face to press her lips against his but he had pulled back, "Sam."
    She opened her eyes, "What?"
    He looked angry, "Sam."
    "Okay."
    "You called me Oliver."
    She shook her head, "I didn’t."
    He nodded, "I heard you crystal clear."
    He slid on top of her and pressed himself against her, "Ophelia I want you but not if you don’t want me."
    She swallowed and licked her lips, "I do."
    He kissed her cheek, "Do you want Oliver?"
    She pressed her lips together and knit her eyebrows together, "Well it's just that. You know. He uhm. He's like you and all you guys mess with me. Like I said Dorian and Oliver and you. Sometimes I even feel like that about Lucas."
    He nodded, "But you can tell the difference between me and them, right?"
    She nodded. His weight on top of her was starting to hurt her back.
    He was pinning her to the ground.
    She struggled a little, "Oliver I want to go home."
    He pushed her into the ground again, "IT'S SAM!"
    She flinched, "I know. You're scaring me. Sam get off."
    He pressed her into the grass, "I want you to want me Ophelia."
    She shook her head as tears started to flow from her cheeks, "Please not like this Sam."
    His fingers bit into her wrists. She felt his erection pressing into her pelvic bone through his jeans. She felt the darkness coming to her as she panicked.
    "WHY DON'T YOU WANT ME? WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME THE MOST?"
    "Sam."
    The voice she heard was like angels singing. Sam was knocked off of her and then in a flash of color she was alone lying on the cliffs with the wind whipping around her.
    She felt relief and the agony of the distance. She sat upright and pulled her knees into her chest. She shook her head, trying to remove the look in his eyes. He looked insane. She looked around at the shadows she had called to her. They slithered around the ground like baby snakes.
    They surrounded her like a wreath of shadows in the moss. The wetness of the moss soaked into the bum of her panties. She rocked back and forth. She knew why her mother would have called the magic of the garden. The helpless feeling of being pinned underneath of another person was enough to destroy a person.
    Her attraction and want of him didn't fade or diminish even slightly. She wanted him more as the distance between them grew.
    She looked around for Oliver. She had heard his voice. The ocean was grey and wild below her and above the sky was filled with angry looking clouds.
    "Ophelia."
    She flinched at the sound of her name to see Hanna and Aimee standing beside her. Hanna's cheeks were soaked in tears.
    Ophelia covered her face in shame. Her magic had made a monster out of the sweetest man alive. Sam wouldn’t hurt her and she knew it. She had destroyed the pure love he had felt for Hanna and broken both of their hearts. Not to mention the happy couple she had destroyed the night before.
    "I've got her."
    She looked to her left to see Oliver standing across from Aimee. She sat in the middle of them.
    Hanna came and knelt on the ground next to her, "Sam sent me a text. He sent a message saying what he did. He can't face you."
    Ophelia felt her eyes fill with tears, "I did this."
    Aimee snarled, "He did this." Ophelia looked at Oliver, where Aimee pointed.
    "He told Sam how to fix it."
    Hanna nodded, "Don’t trust him Ophelia. We can get them back without him."
    She watched his eyes sparkle with fear and trepidation. She put a hand out to Hanna, "I want to go home."
    Aimee reached for them and she was in the bathroom at Giselle's, standing in front of the massive soaker tub.
    Aimee was already filling it with water. She looked at Hanna and smiled, "I can do it."
    Hanna nodded. Her lower lip trembled, "Okay. Ready in an hour?"
    Aimee nodded. Hanna walked from the bathroom.
    Ophelia felt for Sam but he was