Page 90 of Magic in My Bones

I bit my lip, suddenly shy despite everything we'd just done. The vulnerability of this moment felt different, more intense.

“Words, love,” he reminded me gently but firmly. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please,” I managed to whisper, my voice rough with need. “I want your mouth on me.”

A slow, pleased smile spread across his face. “Such a polite request deserves a proper reward.”

With gentle hands, Dorian helped me remove the prosthetic. I felt a moment of vulnerability as it came off, and a small pang of loss, but the tender look in Dorian's eyes smoothed away any insecurity.

Dorian's lips trailed down my body, leaving a path of tingling warmth in their wake. My breath hitched as he nuzzled the soft hair below my navel, his stubble tickling my sensitive skin. His green eyes, dark with desire, met mine as he settled between my thighs. Dorian's hands caressed my thighs, gently urging them apart. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but in the best way.

The first touch of his tongue against my cock sent electricity arcing through my body. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. Dorian's hands steadied me, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on my hipbones as he took me fully into his mouth.

The wet heat of Dorian's mouth engulfed me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His tongue swirled around my cock, teasing and exploring with exquisite precision. I couldn't help but moan, my fingers tangling in his thick hair as he worked his magic.

Dorian's eyes met mine, dark with desire, as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder. The sight of this powerful, beautiful man between my legs, worshipping my body with such reverence, was almost too much to bear.

“Oh gods, Dorian,” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. “So good.”

He hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine. His hands roamed my thighs, kneading the muscles before settling lower.

Dorian's fingers traced delicate patterns on my inner thighs, sending shivers through my body. His tongue swirled around my cock, alternating between light, teasing licks and deep, intense suction that made my toes curl. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight of him between my legs, his auburn hair mussed from my fingers, his lips stretched around me.

His gaze met mine, a question in those mesmerizing green eyes. Slowly, deliberately, his hand inched higher, fingertips ghosting over my entrance. My breath caught in my throat, a mix of anticipation and nervousness fluttering in my chest.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. “Please,” I managed to whisper.

Dorian's eyes crinkled with a smile before he lowered his head again, taking me fully into his mouth. At the same time, I felt the gentle pressure of his finger circling my entrance, teasing andexploring. The dual sensations were overwhelming, the pleasure building in waves that threatened to consume me.

Slowly, carefully, Dorian slipped a finger inside me. I gasped at the intrusion, my body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the feeling.

Dorian's fingers inside me felt incredible, a delicious stretch and fullness that sent sparks of pleasure through my body. I'd been nervous about this part, worried it might feel wrong after wearing the prosthetic, but instead, I'd never felt more masculine. The memory of wearing the prosthetic, of being inside Dorian, seemed to have shifted something fundamental in my self-perception. This wasn't about parts or plumbing. It was about connection, pleasure, and the profound rightness of being with the man I loved.

I rocked my hips, chasing the dual sensations of Dorian's talented mouth on my cock and his fingers curling inside me. His free hand splayed across my abdomen, steadying me as I writhed beneath him. Every movement sent waves of ecstasy coursing through me, building and building like a crescendo.

“More,” I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Don't stop, please don't stop!”

I rode the waves of sensation shamelessly, grinding down on Dorian's fingers and up into his mouth. Any lingering doubts or insecurities had vanished, replaced by a primal need for more, more, more.

I was Ren Wickens, and I was a man. I had always been a man, even when the outside didn’t match who I knew myself to be inside.

The realization crashed over me like a wave, leaving me breathless and trembling. Every touch, every sensation, every moment of pleasure affirmed who I was in a way I'd never experienced before.

The pleasure built to a crescendo, a tidal wave of sensation threatening to overwhelm me. My body tensed, every muscle coiled tight as a spring. And then, with a cry that tore from my throat, I came undone.

The orgasm crashed over me, intense and all-consuming. Wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through my body, each one leaving me gasping and trembling. Dorian's mouth worked me through it, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure.

As the intensity began to ebb, leaving me boneless and spent, I felt something else rising in its wake. A swell of emotion, raw and powerful, bubbled up from deep within me. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

Dorian was there in an instant, gathering me into his arms. His hands were gentle as they stroked my back, his voice soft and soothing in my ear. “Shh, it's alright, love. I've got you. Let it out.”

And I did. I sobbed into his chest, my body shaking with the force of it. But these weren't tears of sadness or pain. They were tears of joy, of relief, of a profound sense of rightness that I'd never experienced before.

“I'm sorry,” I choked out between sobs. “I don't know why I'm crying.”

Dorian's arms tightened around me, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “There's nothing to apologize for,” Dorian murmured, his voice warm and reassuring. “This is a big moment, Ren. It's okay to feel overwhelmed.”

I nodded against his chest, my tears slowly subsiding. The storm of emotion was passing, leaving in its wake a profound sense of peace and rightness. I felt... whole. Complete in a way I never had before.

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