Page 63 of Magic in My Bones

Dorian settled between my legs again, his warm hands caressing my thighs. I shivered at his touch, a mix of nerves and anticipation thrumming through me. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to the inside of my knee, then looked up at me with those impossibly green eyes.

Dorian's fingers traced delicate patterns along my inner thighs, each touch sending shivers through my body. His eyes never left mine as he reached for the bottle of lube, the snap of the cap loud in the quiet room.

The first touch of his slick finger against me made me gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily. Dorian's other hand settled on my hip, a comforting weight as he slowly, oh so slowly, pressed inside.

The sensation was familiar, yet somehow entirely new. We'd done this before, Dorian's fingers coaxing pleasure from my body, but never with this level of intimacy, never with the promise of more to come. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of Dorian's finger as it moved inside me, gentle and exploratory.

“Still good?” Dorian asked softly.

I nodded, a breathy “yes” escaping my lips. Encouraged, Dorian continued, adding a second finger with aching slowness. The stretch burned slightly, but it wasn't unpleasant. If anything, it only heightened my arousal, my hips rocking against his hand, silently begging for more.

Dorian's fingers worked me open with exquisite care, stretching and exploring. His free hand roamed my body, tracing patterns on my skin that left tingling trails of sensation. Whenhe curled his fingers just so, hitting a certain spot inside me just right, I couldn't hold back a cry of pleasure.

“There we go,” Dorian murmured, his voice thick with desire. “That's it, love. Let me hear you.”

He lowered his head, his warm breath ghosting over my most sensitive areas. When his tongue flicked out to taste me, I arched off the bed with a strangled moan. The dual sensations of his fingers inside me and his tongue on my cock were overwhelming in the best possible way.

Dorian worked me higher and higher, until I was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, when the tension coiling in my core threatened to snap, he pulled away. I whined at the loss, my hips chasing his touch.

“Shh, mo stóirín,” Dorian soothed, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. “Do you want more?”

I nodded frantically, beyond words. Dorian smiled, his eyes dark with desire as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the blunt pressure of his cock against me, and my breath caught in my throat.

He leaned down to kiss me tenderly as he slowly, carefully, began to push inside. The stretch was more intense than his fingers had been, a burning fullness that made me gasp against his lips. Dorian froze immediately.

“Do you need to stop?” he murmured, concern etched across his features.

I shook my head, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “No, don't stop,” I breathed. “Just... go slow?”

Dorian nodded, pressing soft kisses along my jaw as he eased forward again. The initial discomfort faded, replaced by a deep, aching pleasure as he filled me completely. When he was fully seated inside me, we both stilled, breathing heavily.

“Oh, Ren,” Dorian groaned, his voice rough with desire. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”

Hearing him curse was a rare treat, one that never failed to send a shiver of desire down my spine. I loved knowing I could make him lose control like this, that I could break through his usually impeccable composure.

“You feel amazing too,” I breathed, marveling at the fullness, the incredible intimacy of our connection. Every tiny movement sent sparks of pleasure coursing through my body.

“That's it,” Dorian murmured, his voice deep and commanding even as his touch remained gentle. “Let yourself feel everything, love. Your body was made for pleasure.” His hands caressed my thighs, spreading them wider. “You're so perfect for me, so responsive to my touch.”

The praise made me whimper, my body clenching around him. There was no dysphoria in this moment, no doubt, just the pure pleasure of being desired exactly as I was.

“Such a good lad,” he breathed against my neck. “Taking me so beautifully. Do you have any idea how sexy you are? How much I’ve wanted this? Wanted you?”

Dorian's forehead rested against mine, his breath warm on my face as he struggled to keep still, giving me time to adjust. His arms trembled slightly with the effort of holding back, and I could feel the rapid beat of his heart where our chests pressed together.

Our magic danced between us, silver threads of power weaving around our bodies like gossamer bonds. Each point where our skin touched sparked with energy, making every sensation more intense. When Dorian pushed inside me again, our magic surged in response, creating patterns of light and shadow that painted the walls with our pleasure.

“Oh gods,” I gasped, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of physical and magical connection. It felt like our souls were touching, merging together just as our bodies joined.

“You can move,” I whispered, rolling my hips experimentally. The slight shift in angle drew a low moan from both of us.

Dorian pulled back slowly, the drag of him inside me unlike anything I'd ever felt before. When he pushed back in, just as carefully, I gasped.

“Oh!” My fingers dug into his shoulders. “Oh, that's... fuck, Dorian.”

Dorian's lips curved into a smile against my skin. “Good?” he murmured, voice low and husky.

“So good,” I breathed, arching into him. “Please, don't stop.”

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