Page 8 of Self Studies

His hand rested on the back of my neck. “I’ve never seen crystal clear rims before.” He lightly squeezed the back of my neck. “You're literally drowning in sorrow, yet you shine bright like a diamond.”

He sang the words a second time, and I blinked at him.

“Right, sorry, not a reference you know.” He swallowed. “I don’t want you to regret….”

I cut him off. “I don’t want to be alone...please.”

His concerns vanished.

He gripped my waist, making me squeak in surprise. We sat up, and I wrapped my legs around his middle, pulling him as close as I could. He scooped both my breasts out of the corset and sucked on my hardening nipples, growling in appreciation.

I ground my clit into his hard abs before running a hand through his thick black curls. When I got to the back of his head, I pulled lightly. I wanted his lips on mine. He dropped my nipple and enveloped me in a bruising kiss that made even my magic vibrate.

We paused to free his length, and I rubbed my cloth-covered slit hard against it. He was bigger than Damon, something completely different.

“I need you, please.” The words had barely left my lips before our hips were shifting. I didn’t need to ask him twice.

Pushing the thin material of my fishnets to the side, he slowly filled me, savoring every moment. Exquisite pleasure burned. It wasn’t just his girth; it was something deeper healing the broken pieces of my heart. As his dick bottomed out, he stilled and cupped my cheek. I squeezed my walls, and he shuddered in response.

Despite being mostly clothed, our bodies stayed as close as two people could get.

With another kiss, we started to move. My breaths came out in little gasps as he slid out of me, enveloping my world in pleasure. I ran my hands across his cloth-covered back, grabbing at the material as I flexed and bucked. He dipped his head to wrap his soft lips around my nipple, sucking and licking. I loved it, but I wanted his lips on mine.

Damon’s kisses had never felt like this, and I craved the connection.

I glided both of my hands up the back of his neck. Instead of lightly pulling, I dug my fingers into his hair, forcing his head backward.

He stilled, making me hesitate. But the command to stop what I was doing never came. Instead, a corner of his lips quirked up into a smile. I kissed him hard and deep, my tongue mimicking the motions his had earlier.

I was in control.

This stranger wasn’t going to hurt me. He didn’t want more from me than I was willing to give. It wasn’t his need guiding my actions; it was mine. Something snapped inside of me, a rush of life and freedom I hadn't known existed.

Studying his face, I slowly unsheathed his erection until the slight breeze of the warm afternoon drifted between us. I hovered there, waiting for him to prove my thoughts wrong. But he didn’t.

Unlike Damon, his square clean-shaven chin contoured his dark complexion. His wide mouth turned up at the corners with humor, matching the spark of joy behind his lust-lidded eyes. He licked his lips as his gaze flicked down to my breasts.

I pulled on his hair again, dragging his attention to my face. One of my pale fingers dented his full bronze lips before he could speak. “Don’t.”

Slowly, he captured my finger between his lips and sucked. A shiver of pleasure ran through me.

I set the pace, and he matched it. My hips rolled, sliding his considerable length between my folds. My clit pressed into his hard body at the top of each movement, and I savored every exquisite moment. Although I loved the feel of my finger between his lips, I removed it to wrap my arms around his neck.

Even through my steel-boned corset, I felt the strength in his hands urging me faster, so I slowed us down. The frustrated noises he made were adorable. I kissed him again before relinquishing some control. Together we moved, and my heart and body sang.

Damon had always been in control. I’d believed he was the only one capable of giving me pleasure like this, but he wasn’t. Even without any magic involved, this stranger did everything Damon had and more.

The waves of heat increased, and my clit began throbbing. I pressed the man’s back to the ground and increased my pace. Riding him harder and faster, he ran his hands up my sides, cupping my breasts before lightly pinching my nipples. I tensed around his throbbing dick. My orgasm suddenly ripped through me, turning my gasping into screams of bliss.

Mind-numbing pleasure became my reality, erasing everything else. I closed my eyes and existed in the moment.

The man released my nipples and gripped my hips, madly thrusting, bringing me back to him in the most delicious way. His motions sent pulses of pleasure through my swollen clit and overstimulated body. Moments later, he tensed under me and swelled, making me shiver again with his release.

I pressed my hands into his chest to keep from collapsing. My body rose and fell with both our panting breaths in the warm sunlight.

As my heart rate slowed, he moved one of his muscled arms behind his head. A lazy smile tugged at his mouth.

I gave his cock a final squeeze, making him groan happily and close his eyes. Joy radiated from him, joy that possibly matched a spark inside of me.

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