Page 40 of Cursed By the Love Witch

It may be my half-hearted attempt to stop this before it begins. One touch from him and all my protests will be silenced. Bael’s eyes bore into mine, his mouth inches away from where I need him.

“Does the idea bother you?” he asks.

Licking my lips, I avoid the question.

“I don’t like lying to my friend.”

“Once you graduate, we no longer have to hide.” His fingers dance up and down my thighs. “I would publicly claim you, but I understand how it could look to some.”

“We should be more discreet.” My protest is half-hearted at best. “Maybe we should take a step back and?—”

The broad side of Bael’s tongue licks up my pussy and cuts me off. My body heats at the slight touch. His hands on my hips tighten, and he stares up at me.

“Do you want me to stop, little witch?”

He swipes at my flesh with his tongue again, and my mouth falls open.

“Darcee,” he prompts against my wet flesh.

“N—no.”

His smile is pure satisfaction.

“Good girl.”

Without wasting another moment, he devours me like he did this morning. His tongue laps at me before sucking my clit into his mouth. He loves it with his tongue, kissing it gently before nuzzling it with his nose. He inhales fully as if savoring the scent of my arousal. The wet glide of his tongue pushes into my entrance, and I grind my hips against his face.

The silken glide of his hair against my inner thighs sets my blood on fire: my heart pounds, and my head races. The scent of our coupling mixes with his earthy smell. It overwhelms me and pools in my lungs. Wet sounds echo from between my legs as he continues to feast.

His hand slips from my hips. Bael sucks his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before he spears them gently into my heated center. He pumps them just as he did before, curling them expertly. Moans and sighs pour from between my lips as my peak looms closer. Bael lashes at my clit with his tongue as his fingers work me.

I feel a third one begin to stretch me, and my muscles snap tight. There is nothing but pleasure. I am awash in the scent and feel of Bael. There is only us. Nothing else exists beyond my pleasure. I scream his name. My legs lock around his face as my body comes clean off the desk.

He licks me through my orgasm, prolonging it until I am a quivering mess atop his desk. My eyes can barely focus. I feel him rise to his feet rather than see it. Leaning down, he scoops me into his arms and settles me against his chest again. His lips find mine, sharing my taste and lazily exploring my mouth. The cool leather arms of the chair bracket my thighs.

“You are my madness, too,” I confess.

His eyes flash, and he kisses me harder. My soul reaches for his, but I stop it from completely unfurling—it’s the last shred of myself I haven’t wholly relinquished to him.

The growing length of his cock presses into me, and I shift against it. Breaking our kiss, I stare into his violet eyes.

“Why do you never ask me to pleasure you?”

Licking his lips, his hands drift up my back to shift through my curls. He sighs, leaning back against the chair.

“My kind has different rules when it comes to…physical intimacy.”

Apprehension seeps into my stomach.

“Go on.”

Bael’s smile is small as he curls a lock of my hair around his finger.

“We mate for life,” he says simply. “Before we find the one we want to spend the rest of our lives with, we do not engage in any sort of release.”

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth at his confession. Bael is a virgin. His inexperience now makes a lot more sense. With him being older, I assumed he was just out of practice or maybe was used to being with his kind. Now, it’s all adding up.

“Oh, Goddess, have I—have we crossed a line? Did you not want me to?—”

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