Page 72 of Promised in Blood

“Ophelia!” I growl. “If you set my office on fire again, I will edge you like this for the next ten years.”

She squeezes her eyes closed, and the flame is extinguished.

I sweep the tip of my finger over the sensitive spot inside her, and her back bows. A husky, satisfied moan pours from her throat, and it is enough to have my cock aching to be inside her.

“Please, can I?—”

“No!” I add a second finger to her dripping pussy and have to stop my own eyes from rolling with how good she feels gripping me the way she does.

“B-but—I c-can’t…” She holds her breath, and the air becomes thinner like it is being sucked from the room by a vacuum.

I slip my fingers out of her. “Breathe,” I command, and she sucks in a breath that allows air to fill the room once more.

She opens her eyes just in time to see me unfasten my belt. A hungry expression claims her face.

I free my aching shaft from the confines of my zipper and grunt with relief. “Is this what you want, little one?”

She nods, and a shy smile spreads across her face, making her eyes sparkle. I find it adorable that she thinks me teasing her with my cock will be any more tolerable than using my fingers. What I do know is that it will be much more pleasurable for me. I am burning up with the need to be inside her.

“I would like you naked for this next part.” I pull her tank top off and over her head. Her bra and skirt quickly follow until her clothing lies in a pile on the floor beside my desk. I grab her hips and pull her onto my lap, hissing out a breath as her bare pussy skims the head of my cock.

I growl and yank her down, seating myself fully inside her in one smooth stroke. She groans out a plea, begging me to allow her to come.

I rest my mouth on the shell of her ear and lick my lips as the scent of her blood calls to my soul. It is not the time to bite her. Not yet. As soon as I sink my fangs into her sweet flesh, I will be done for and the lesson will be over. She could shake this entire building to dust, and I would not care enough to stop her.

Instead, I fuck her, repeatedly bringing her close to her climax and easing her back down each time her powers threaten to overwhelm her.

Every cell in her body vibrates with pent-up energy. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, her skin coated with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her eyes roll back, and she shakes her head. “P-please, no more.”

“Almost done.” I ease myself inside her once more. “And you are doing so well.”

She buries her head in the crook of my neck, her hot breath rushing over my skin. “I c-can’t.”

“You can, Ophelia.” I lift her head and have to maintain a firm grip on her jaw to hold it upright. She is beyond exhausted. “Look around. Nothing is on fire. The air is as it should be. The walls are not shaking. There is no rain or any hint of a storm brewing. You can do this because you alreadyare.”

She sniffs, and a single tear rolls down her flushed cheek.

“One last test, little one.” I rub a finger over her throbbing clit, and her body spasms before it melts into mine. I release my grip on her jaw and allow her to rest her head on me once more so that I can press my lips against her ear. “Would you like to come?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Are you going to be a good girl and not incinerate me or my office when you do?”

“I’ll try.”

I growl. “No, Ophelia.”

She groans. “I won’t burn down your office.”

I band one arm around her waist and place my free hand on the back of her head, crushing her body to mine. “Focus on your light. Do you see it?”

“Yes.”

I rock into her, sinking my cock deeper and maintaining a firm pressure on her sensitive clit. “What do you do now?”

She takes a deep breath. “Channel everything into the light.”

“Good girl.”

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