Page 35 of Promised in Blood

“And that little damp spot on them too.” I rearrange my aching dick in my jeans.

“I do not have a damp spot,” she angry-whispers.

“Yeah you do, baby. And I know how much you enjoy reading.” Leaning forward, I slide my hand beneath her tiny skirt and brush the tip of my forefinger over said spot. “But please tell me this is all for me.”

She bites on her lip, giving a quick glance around the faculty library. As usual, it’s almost empty, and I’m not worried about anyone seeing us in our cozy little corner. “We’re supposed to be studying.”

I pull her panties aside and swipe my knuckles through her wet pussy. “I am studying. Discovering exactly what makes my girl wet.”

“I mean studying witchcraft.” She holds up her book of ancient spells as proof of what weshouldbe doing.

I suck on my top lip and stare into her incredible blue eyes. It’s been less than a week since we started her lessons, and watching her learn so quickly and so greedily about our past has been nothing short of incredible. “You’ve been studying hard. I think it’s time for a test.”

I go on stroking her folds, and her breathing grows heavier. “W-what kind of test?”

“To see how much you’ve learned. Every time you get an answer right…” I swirl the tip of my finger around her entrance. “I’ll give you a reward.”

Her pupils blow wide. “What if I lose control in the library?”

I let out a laugh. “Oh, I won’t be making you come. I value my head too much to disobey the professor.”

Her lower lip trembles. She’s been denied orgasms since the night she set Alexandros’s office on fire, and my girl is on the edge. “But I can still make it feel nice. And every moment is a learning opportunity, right? If you can control yourself while I’m finger-fucking you in the library, I’m sure that will impress the professor.”

Her blush creeps down her neck, and I stifle a groan. I want to jump on her and fuck her into that leather chair. I want to make her come so fucking hard she screams this entire mountain down. And fuck, she’d feel so good squeezing around my cock while I did. “So, a test, Ophelia. Are you ready?”

She presses her lips together and nods.

I wink at her. “Good girl.”

Her heart rate spikes, and I suppress another laugh. “I’ll start easy. What must a witch have in order to channel magic?”

“Access to the element they have mastery over and a spell,” she announces proudly.

“Good girl,” I repeat, dipping my finger inside her.

She lets out a moan as I slowly slide in and out of her. “What are the three situations when a witch’s magic may not be effective, even if they have a spell and an element?”

She sucks in a breath. “When they’re on hallowed ground. When they’re surrounded by a magnetic field, and…” She bites on her lip, and I still my hand.

“And?”

“When there’s a counterspell in place,” she breathes out.

“Good fucking girl.” I push my finger deeper inside her, and she coats me in a rush of her cum. “Focus on your light, baby. I won’t let you lose control, okay?”

She nods. “Okay.”

“Can a witch give birth to a demon?”

She narrows her eyes. “We aren’t covering demons today.”

“I know, but we are covering witches.” I pull out and sink into her once more, and her pretty eyes roll in her head. “So answer me, or I’ll stop doing what I’m doing.”

She blows out a breath. “No. Only demons can give birth to demons. But witches can give birth to elementai, provided that their mate is a powerful demon.”

“That’s my smart girl.” I swipe the pad of my thumb over her clit when I drive back inside her this time. She trembles from head to toe and whimpers, clinging onto my arm. The air around us grows thinner and warmer.

“I gotta stop now, Ophelia.” I slide out of her, and she sinks back against the chair, her hands still gripping my forearm.

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