Page 73 of Gothikana

He ran a hand through his hair, and for the first time, Corvina could appreciate the use of muscles in such a simple act. His bicep flexed, his lightly haired defined chest tightened, the solid pack of muscle on his stomach contracted, a line of dark hair leading down to his sweatpants and the slight bulge she could see there.

He exhaled. ‘Is this a booty call?’ She detected some amusement in his tone.

Corvina licked her lips.

She took off her shawl and let it drop to the floor, her wavy hair wild and frizzed from the light rain loose around her, falling to the small of her back. Corvina walked to him, tilting her head back to lock their eyes at his much taller height, and dropped to her knees on the rug over the hard stone floor.

‘It’s an instruction, Mr Deverell.’ She took the edge of his sweatpants and tugged them down, revealing his semi-hard erection to her eyes. ‘Teach me.’

‘You’ll be the death of me, you witch,’ he cursed, his cock slowly hardening, expanding right before her eyes, growing to a size within a minute, a size she was awed had fit inside her over and over again.

He gathered all of her hair in one hand, gripping her jaw with the other. ‘I’d better make this instruction worth all your trouble, hadn’t I?’

She nodded, looking at him from under her lashes. ‘Teach me.’

This was her sexual awakening, and she realised Jung had been right — one discovered a lot about oneself through sexuality.

‘Fuck—’ His grip tightened on her hair. ‘Rub your hands. Warm them. Then take me.’

Corvina rubbed her palms together, blowing in them to warm them up. She slowly wrapped her hands around his length softly, unable to touch her fingers.

‘Grip me harder,’ he instructed her, keeping a hold of her hair and her face, ‘and lick me from the base to the top. Make it wet so it’s easier for your hands.’

Corvina complied, tasting him for the first time, his muskier scent releasing some kind of pheromones that made her wetter, their bodies synchronised on the cellular level like they had been since the beginning.

‘This is the first time you’ve initiated our sexual encounter, little crow,’ he noted as she took him in her mouth. ‘Does that mean you trust me more? Or did you come here to test me? To see what I would do if you turned up on my turf without warning?’

Corvina realised she had. She was there to test him subconsciously, her trust still not entirely his. But she didn’t want to tell him that.

She spent the next few minutes licking and sucking him, alternating with twisting motions of her hand as he directed her further with his hands in her hair, making her jaw hurt and her mouth wet as his head fell back, the veins in his neck prominent in his pleasure. It was dirty, messy, and hot and she was drenched by the time he pulled out of her mouth, still hard.

‘You want my come?’ he asked her gruffly. ‘Where?’

‘Inside me,’ she told him, flushing under his hot gaze.

He pulled her up and threw her on the bed. ‘Strip,’ he ordered, taking off her boots and skirt as she pulled up her sweater, leaving her in nothing but her star pendant and bracelet since she had foregone her underwear before coming to him.

He came up over on top of her, spreading her legs and pushing them back, leaving her wide open and completely exposed, and lined himself up against her.

Corvina breathed hard. ‘We’ve never done it on a bed,’ she remarked, enjoying the feel of the soft mattress and pillow under her as he pushed into her with a thrust, his mouth trailing a hot, wet kiss on the hickey on her shoulder.

‘I’m angry that you came through the dark all alone at night,’ he spoke into her skin, his hips moving deep against her. ‘But fuck if I’m not glad.’

Corvina grabbed his waist, her nails digging into his sides as he dug deeper on a particularly hard thrust, their breathing getting heavier, their pace getting wilder.

‘You can’t scream tonight,’ he murmured against her lips. ‘Going to fuck you harder. You keep quiet. You make a sound’ — he canted his hips brutally — ‘and I stop.’

Corvina felt her inner walls clench around him at the threat, her mind turning to mush as a moan left her and he halted.

‘Please,’ she begged him, so full of him she needed that pleasure she could see on the horizon, almost within her grasp.

‘No sound,’ he reminded her. She gave him a nod.

‘Did you come here to test me?’ he asked on a downward thrust.

Corvina felt herself nodding.

‘Good girl,’ he praised her softly for telling the truth.

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