Page 125 of Gift from the Stone

“Come on, Headmaster, I can do far more for you than paperwork.” The bitch hums, raising her hand as if she’s about to touch what’s mine.

Possessiveness like I’ve never experienced before burns through my body like molten lava. My eyes fully shift, and I have to wrestle my dragon back forcefully. The only reason she relents is because my intentions of getting this woman away from Corentin is clearly ringing through every cell in my body.

“Unless you want to lose that hand, I’d think twice before you touch him,” I growl, pushing the door open forcefully enough that it slams into the wall with a deafening thud.

“Um, excuse me, students aren’t allowed to see the Headmaster without an appointment. You need to leave, and I’ll be with you in a few minutes to set up a time.” She attempts to order, motioning me away with a flick of her wrist. A deep, threatening growl travels up my throat and I’m seconds away from losing my shit.

“Princess,” Corentin warns, but I don’t take my eyes off the bitch attempting to scoot closer to him.

“If you move one more inch closer to a member of my Nexus, I’m going to rip your throat out,” I say deadly low, very fucking serious.

The woman bounces her gaze from me to Corentin, her hands flying to her neck like she’s clutching her pearls, but he pays her no mind as his heated whiskey eyes stay locked on me. I can’t tell if the heat is desire or if it’s because he’s mad and plans on interfering if I do try to murder her.

Once she finally gets the picture that he’s not going to correct me or even pay her any attention, she stomps out the room with a huff and I slam the door behind her.

The anger and possessive need to take what’s mine floods my senses and I move faster than I even knew possible. The moment I’m in front of him, I slice my claw straight down the front of his shirt, ripping it open, exposing his fucking flawless, smooth olive skin.

Needing to touch his body, I consume the sight of his chest and eight-pack of perfection as my hands travel from his neck to the waistband of his pants. I still my movements when he pinches my chin and forces my eyes up to his.

“What do you need, princess?” he asks sweetly, but it’s strained, dark as his desire for me bleeds through his eyes.

I don’t answer him. Instead, I lower myself to my knees in front of him. I need him to come undone because of me. I need to make him lose control for me.

Unhooking his belt slowly, I never let my eyes leave his until I get his button undone and his zipper pulled down. His cock is rock hard, straining against the fabric of his boxers. It’s only then I come to the realization I have no fucking clue what I’m doing.

“Corentin… I’ve never…” I admit, looking back up at him. The feral groan that leaves his chest has my pussy throbbing and I bite back a moan.

“You don’t have to do anything, baby,” he tells me and I see the truth shining back at me. I could get off my knees right now and he’d be okay with that. But that’s not what I want.

His cock springs free as I pull his boxers down and a hiss falls from his lips as I wrap my hand around it. Well, it’s barely wrapped around it. It should be no surprise to me that his dick is easily two handfuls, but it does, and the weight of it in my hand has my mouth watering and nervousness creeping up my throat.

Slowly pumping my hand back and forth, goose bumps break out across my skin when he moans low. The sound pushes me to lean forward and lick the bead of precum off the tip. I expected it to taste salty—that’s what I’ve always heard, well, read—but no, of course not my Corentin. He tastes like he smells, a sweet fucking dessert.

Casting my eyes back up to him, the look of pure fucking lust and bliss is the last encouragement I need. Taking him in my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the head of his dick, then try to take all of him at once, gagging as he hits the back of my throat.

“Easy, baby. Put your hand back where it was and stroke back and forth. Just take a little at a time. You need to work your way up to taking my whole cock,” he instructs gently, cupping my cheek.

Doing as he says, I pull back slightly and wrap my hand back around his base, stroking slowly as my mouth finds a steady rhythm. The more sounds that fall from his mouth, the more confident I grow, and I pick up speed, taking him deeper.

“Fuck…that’s it, princess. Fuck, you feel so good,” he slurs hungrily through his gritted teeth, causing a hum in the back of my throat to vibrate through him and me.

I’ve never felt as powerful in my life as I do in this moment. It doesn’t matter if I have a hundred gifts living inside of me. Seeing the burning passion in Corentin’s eyes as he watches me suck his dick, knowing his pleasure is in my hands, is more power than any gift could ever give me.

“You can take more of me princess. Relax your throat for me.”

Breathing in and out through my nose, as best as I can, I take him as far as I can to the back of my throat, bobbing back and forth as tears spring to my eyes. I’m soaking wet and so fucking turned on.

“That’s it, baby, swallow my cock. All of it,” he orders gruffly. There’s no way I can take all of him in my mouth, but fuck if I don’t try.

Every moan that falls out of his mouth has a hum falling from mine. This last rumble tumbling from his chest is the sound of his control snapping and he runs his fingers through my hair, gripping it gently as his hips buck, forcing his dick even deeper.

“Willow,” he warns, but I grip him tighter, not letting him pull out.

I dig my nails into his hips and hold on as his movements grow erratic, faster, deeper. I can feel him swelling as he continues to fuck my throat and I know he’s about to come, and I’m about to drink him down.

Flattening my tongue to the bottom of his shaft, I suck hard, once, twice, meeting him in sync with his thrust and he comes with a loud moan of my name, holding my head in place as his hot, sweet release slides down my throat. And I suck him dry.

“Good girl. Get every drop.” He praises as I pull back and lick the last bead of cum dripping from him.

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