Page 5 of Balor

“What the fuck…” His voice trailed off as the spell took hold, his shoulders going slack. His eyes didn’t seem to focus quite right, and I knew he was seeing what he wanted to see, instead of reality. It wasn’t something I’d have done under normal circumstances, but I was desperate.

I stepped across the threshold to make sure the spell was working and pressed against him. His arms went around me, and I could tell by the look in his eyes he wasn’t fully present. The fact he hadn’t flung me away, or done worse, told me I’d been right. He wanted me, even if he thought he was caught in a dream. That’s all that mattered right now.

I pushed the door shut and locked it. “You do want me, don’t you?”

He nodded, still not speaking. I’d hoped he’d be a little more verbal, but it would make things easier if he didn’t talk much. Maybe I’d feel less guilty.

The spell would make me look like whatever he desired most, but I knew it wouldn’t hide the truth for long. He’d know I was a virgin, and I only hoped he wouldn’t stop. He had to claim me. The prophecy had said so. I didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t.

No, that wasn’t quite right. I knew exactly what I’d be put through. My father would follow through on his promise to sell me to another coven as a bride. I didn’t want that, and I’d do anything to escape my fate.

I licked my lips and reached for the ties of my shirt. I pulled at the laces, loosening them until I could tug the top down and expose the tops of my breasts. “How much do you want me?”

He growled and lifted me into his arms. He didn’t seem to notice the way his fingers dug into my hips. Or the fact I wasn’t wearing panties under my skirt. His nostrils flared, and I knew he’d scented my arousal. I’d never done anything like this before. I’d been kept under my father’s thumb. This… this was freeing. It was a night to be bold and daring.

He carried me up a flight of stairs and stalked down a hallway, then shouldered open a door before tossing me onto a bed. He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, throwing it aside. I could only stare at the sculpted muscles, the tattoos covering his flesh.

I’d known dark mages were dangerous, but this one… I’d been so foolish to come here, to take him with a spell. But I’d had no choice.

His raw power made me nervous, and yet I wanted to see more of him. He tore at the rest of his clothes until he stood before me in nothing but his skin. I swallowed hard, drinking him in. I’d never seen a man naked before. I was certain they weren’t all like him. He was like a dark god made flesh. I ran my gaze over him, taking in the sight of his cock, and a slight tremor went through me. I’d known it could hurt. I might not be experienced, but he seemed on the larger size. I didn’t know if I’d be able to handle all he had to give, but I’d find a way. I had to. My life depended on it.

I hurried to undress, not wanting the spell to wear off before he’d finished. He watched me, his gaze going over every inch of my body. I lay back on the bed and spread my legs a little, crooking my finger at him. His gaze heated further, and he didn’t hesitate. The bed dipped under his weight, and he came to me. I scooted back until I could lie on his pillow.

His hand curved under my knee, and he spread me wide. He knelt between my legs, his gaze locked with mine. I knew I shouldn’t have done this. It wasn’t ethical to use a spell on him, but I hadn’t been given a choice. He was the dark mage I needed. The prophecy had said it had to be tonight. I’d barely made it to his home in time. A few hours from now, the spell would wear off. I’d be lucky if he didn’t kill me.

He crawled over my body, his lips claiming mine. I kissed him back, and the feel of his skin against mine made my nipples tighten. I’d never felt anything like this. Not even when I’d touched myself. He reached down and cupped my breast, running his thumb over the nipple.

The way he touched me, the reverence in his gaze, made me question everything I’d been told. I knew I’d used a spell to make him want me. I just didn’t understand why he was being so gentle. I sucked in a breath as he slid his cock through my folds. This wasn’t what I’d pictured for my first time. Although, I couldn’t have asked for a sexier man.

He reached down and rubbed his thumb over my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my back arching. He did it again and again until I couldn’t hold back. My pussy clenched, my breath coming fast and hard. I came, but my body was far from satisfied and only wanted more.

He slid his hand down my stomach and didn’t stop until he’d cupped me. A finger pressed against my folds.

“Wet,” he muttered. “Ready for me.”

“Yes.” My face burned. The spell wouldn’t last much longer. I needed him to hurry and finish what he’d started.

He pressed a finger into me and stilled. “You’re a virgin.”

“Yes,” I said again, wondering if that would be a turnoff for him. I didn’t think it would be. Not after seeing the look in his eyes. He wanted me. And I needed him.

Balor groaned and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”

I didn’t think that would be possible, but I appreciated the effort. My lips parted on a gasp as he slid another finger into me. He stretched me a little, then began pumping them in and out. He continued to rub my clit, making me wetter. I’d never felt anything like this. He made me feel so… full.

When he withdrew his hand, I whimpered. He positioned himself at my entrance and began to push into me. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He kissed me, and I felt the moment he took my innocence. I cried out, and he froze.

“Shh. Just give it a moment, and the pain will ease,” he said.

I nodded, unable to speak. I’d known it would hurt. I hadn’t realized how much until this very moment. My body trembled, and I took several deep breaths. He remained still, letting me adjust to his size. I felt like he was splitting me in half. When I shifted my hips a little, he pushed in deeper. I gasped at the feel of him filling me. I’d never felt so full in my life. He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back into me.

My body heated. My skin felt too tight. I clutched at his shoulders again, my hips moving to meet his. He picked up his pace, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipples. The slight sting only made the ache between my thighs worse. I needed… something.

His weight on top of me didn’t feel oppressive. In fact, I loved it. I ran my hands over his back and down to his ass. He was magnificent. He thrust deeper. He’d been made to fill me. I’d been made for him. Only him. I’d been so worried I’d get here and find out I was wrong. The spell wouldn’t have worked if he hadn’t wanted me, even if he didn’t realize what was happening was real. It would make him see his deepest desire. I didn’t know how much of himself he’d retain. I’d never dabbled with spells like this one before. It went against everything I believed in.

His lips met mine, his tongue pushing inside my mouth. I’d never kissed a man before tonight, and I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped me. He swallowed the sound, his hips making a slapping noise against mine. One of his hands slid down my body, his thumb pressing against my clit. He rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I shattered. My back bowed, and I cried out his name. He continued to thrust into me, prolonging the pleasure.

“Mine,” he growled.

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