Page 87 of Magic in My Bones

“It feels... incredible,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of awe and desire. The enchanted prosthetic was more than just an extension of my body; it was a conduit for sensations I'd only dreamed of. Every subtle movement sent sparks of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a fire I'd never known.

Dorian's hands slid up my sides, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. “Let that feeling guide you,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. “Your desire, your instincts. They're all there, Ren. Trust them. And trust me to tell you if anything gets to be too much.”

I nodded, swallowing hard as I leaned in to capture his lips. The kiss was tender at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened as our passion ignited. Dorian's tongue danced with mine, and I felt myself growing bolder, my hands roaming his body with increasing confidence.

“Slower,” Dorian commanded softly when my movements became too eager. “Control isn't just about power, Ren. It's about patience. About drawing out pleasure until it becomes unbearable.” His hand found my hair, gripping just firmly enough to make me gasp. “Can you do that for me?”

The dual sensation of his control and his trust left me dizzy with desire. “Yes, sir. I want to learn. Want to make it good for you.”

“I know you do,” he purred. “That's why you're such a good student. Now, show me what you want.”

My heart raced as I gently pushed him back onto the bed, marveling at the way he yielded to me. This powerful, enigmatic man was trusting me completely, and the realization sent a thrill through my entire being.

I straddled Dorian, my enchanted prosthetic pressing against the fabric of his trousers. The sensation was electric, sending shivers up my spine. I leaned down, trailing kisses along his jawline, relishing the scratch of his stubble against my lips.

“That's it,” Dorian murmured, his hands gliding up my thighs.

I nipped at his earlobe, drawing a soft gasp from him. Encouraged, I began to unbutton his shirt, my fingers trembling slightly. As I revealed more of his skin, I couldn't resist tasting it, my tongue tracing the contours of his collarbone.

Dorian arched into my touch, his breathing growing heavier. He let out a shuddering little sigh that made my heart race. I ran my palms over his chest, marveling at the warmth of his skin, the way his muscles tensed beneath my fingertips. When I grazed his nipples, Dorian let out a low moan that sent heat pooling in my belly.

I circled the sensitive nubs with my thumbs, watching in fascination as Dorian's eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting in pleasure. The power I felt at that moment was indescribable.

“Yes,” he pleaded, breathless. “Like that. Tease me. Use all of you.”

Dorian's hands found my hips, his fingers digging into my skin with just enough pressure to make me gasp. The contrast between my bare skin and his still-clothed body was intoxicating, a reminder of the power dynamic we were exploring. I rocked against him, the enchanted prosthetic sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Dorian's breath hitched as I experimentally rolled my hips, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of us. The little sound he made nearly turned me feral. I was desperate to get his clothes off, to see and feel and touch all of him.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons of Dorian's trousers, eager to get to the rest of him. As I slowly pulled them down, I couldn't help but marvel at the sight before me. Dorian's body was a work of art, all lean muscle and smooth skin, dusted with just the right amount of dark hair.

“Take your time,” Dorian murmured, his voice low and husky. “I like a bit of teasing. A little denial.”

I ran my hands along his thighs, relishing the way the muscles tensed beneath my touch. The prosthetic sent waves of sensation through me, as if I could feel every hair, every goosebump on his skin. I leaned down, pressing a trail of kisses along his hipbone, my tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin.

Dorian's breath hitched, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head, but he didn’t push. “That's it,” he breathed. “Use your mouth, your tongue. Taste me.”

Slowly, I traced my tongue across his abdomen. Dorian's fingers tightened in my hair, a soft moan escaping his lips. The sound sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I found myself craving more.

I moved lower, my breath ghosting over his cock. I paused, taking in the sight before me. Dorian's cock was a work of art, long, thick, and uncut. My hand trembled as I reached out, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. This wasn’t new. I’d been here before. And yet it felt new, like I was seeing him for the first time, or at least in a new way.

I wrapped my lips around the head of Dorian's cock, savoring the familiar taste and weight on my tongue. My eyes fluttered closed as I took him deeper, relishing the soft groan that escaped his lips.

“That's so good, Ren,” Dorian breathed, his fingers carding gently through my hair. “You know how I like it. But don't be afraid to explore.”

His words sent a thrill through me. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder as I bobbed my head. My hand worked what my mouth couldn't reach.

“Use your other hand,” Dorian suggested, his voice husky with desire. “Cup my balls, feel how heavy they are for you.”

I obeyed, marveling at the weight and warmth of his sac in my palm. I rolled them gently, drawing a sharp intake of breathfrom Dorian. Encouraged, I let my fingers wander lower, tracing the sensitive skin of his perineum.

Dorian's hips bucked slightly. “Yes,” he hissed. “Keep going. Don't be shy. I love this.”

Heart pounding, I let my fingers drift further back, brushing against his hole. The tight skin twitched under my touch, and Dorian let out a low moan that sent shivers down my spine.

I felt a rush of exhilaration as I explored this new territory, my fingers tracing gentle circles around Dorian's entrance. His soft sighs of pleasure emboldened me, urging me to continue.

“That feels wonderful,” Dorian murmured, his voice thick with desire. “There's lube in the nightstand drawer if you want to go further.”

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