Page 81 of The Sorcerer of Shadowholde

“I’m sorry, my sweet. You don’t deserve that.”

Another flash flickered past her eyes, then a gentle smile. A deep sigh as the smile curled into a wicked grin.

“I’mso tiredof thinking about him. And so glad to be here with you.”

She glanced around the small temple space, quickly finding what she was searching for, a small pillow left for those who wished to show their devotion to the Goddess of Love in the form of prayer. With a toss, the soft cushion landed in front of his feet, and his mouth went dry as she approached, the mischievous smile still on her face.

“Vita?” he croaked, but his question was answered as she kneeled before him, supplicating as if he were one of the Gods himself.

“Are you sure?” Verian tried again, but she just nodded, running her hands up and down his thighs.

Her fingers met the strings of his pants, unlacing them before pulling them down with unhurried glee. A groan escaped his lips as hiscock was freed, aching with arousal, and he rested his hands on the altar behind him, using it for support so his legs wouldn’t give out.

The sight of Vita staring up at him, gazing at his hard cock like it was the most beautiful thing in the world, it made every muscle tense, his heart flutter with affection.

When she grasped the base of his shaft and licked a line all the way up, Verian was shocked, but he supposed he shouldn’t be. She was confident, knew what she wanted. No doubt she’d had much practice with this, and Gods, did that entice him even further.

She took the head of his cock between her plump lips, eyes never leaving his as she teased his slit with her wet tongue. White already dotted the corners of his eyes and he tried to focus, tried to will himself not to finish too fast like last time. Though he’d never had this type of problem before, something about Vita pushed him right to the edge.

Never breaking eye contact, she used the flat of her tongue to lick up his length over and over again, her hand slowly pumping him as he became slick with her saliva. Her nipples pressed against the fabric gathered at her bust, arousal clear in the sweat dotting her brow, the hood of her lids, the flush of her cheeks.

After one final lick, she gave him a devilish grin, then circled her mouth around his cock and pressed her way down, just about taking the full length. He swore his eyes rolled, the moan escaping his lips utterly shameful and yet he couldn’t be bothered to care.

It took everything in his power to resist bucking into her, Vita setting a slow and steady pace as she worked his cock. Tension coiled in his stomach, and he needed to push her away, needed her to stop if he had any chance of having sex with her tonight.

“Having fun, you two?” The voice had come from the dark of the Parcum, dripping with sarcasm.

Vita paused her movement, releasing his cock and wiping away the string of spit that connected them as she glanced at the entrance of the temple.

The High Consul.

He strolled in like there was nothing out of the ordinary, as if interrupting two lovers was not unusual for him. The smirk on his face made Verian burn with shame and he tried to push Vita away, cover himself.

“Now, now, don’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the show.” The High Consul crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the marble entryway.

She narrowed her eyes, though her hand remained on Verian’s cock, stroking slowly.

“Vita…” Verian murmured, wanting to hide, yet desperate for her to keep going.

She looked up at him with a determined stare, then brought her tongue to his length once more. He let out a whimper as her lips circled around his cock, bobbing up and down in earnest as she scrutinized his reactions.

Rattling groans rumbled from his chest, the arousal of her warm mouth mixing with the taboo of being watched—by the High Consul no less—pushing him straight to the precipice. He tore his eyes away from her to glance at the man, who stared at them with barely contained lust. Those fangs, the way they glistened in the candlelight as he ran his tongue over them…

Verian could see why she had enjoyed being bitten.

She moaned on his cock, the vibrations sending tension to his stomach, that tightening in his core that told him he was about to come. With a smile, she pumped with her mouth and hand, reaching under to massage his balls as if sensing the straining of his muscles and the racing of his heart.

A minute later, pure bliss as his orgasm rushed through him, Vita not stopping her steady pace even as his cock flexed in her mouth and his seed shot down her throat. He gripped the back of her head, holding her steady as he allowed himself to buck into her, wringing out every last bit of pleasure as his head swam in the stars.

Fuck.

As the pulses subsided, he dropped his hand and she slowed to a stop. With a firm grip, she licked across the sensitive head so as not tomiss a drop, sending another jolt through him. The world came back to him as he realized the High Consul still stared, the smirk never wavering.

He hurried to dress, pulling his pants up as Vita wiped her mouth with a glare.

“Are you really spying on us?” she asked, her voice a low croak as she cleared her throat and got to her feet, taking Verian’s hand.

“Well, darling, the last time you ran off into the night… well, we know how that ended.”

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