Page 10 of The Storm of the Empire

“You want more than one kiss, sweet Hazel?” I said, stepping in close.“Because it would be my pleasure.”

She pressed a hand to my chest, halting me. “I at least want the chance to kiss you back.”

I felt my brows rise. “Just a kiss?”

She leaned into me, her lips hovering just over mine in a teasing smile. “I didn’t say where I wanted to kiss you.” She breathed, giving my words from this morning back to me.

I laughed, my cock thickening even more painfully. This tiny firecracker was full of surprises, and I loved it.

“Say I can train in your class, and you can kiss me wherever you like,” I bargained.

She groaned. “Fine. I’ll give you one shot, but if you don’t make the cut, you’re out!”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, shooting a fist in the air and beaming a satisfied grin. “You won’t regret it.”

“I know I won’t. If you aren’t good enough, I will have no regrets kicking you out on your arse. Now come on,” she said, taking my hand and marching towards the section of the palace where Zaria and Nyx had their rooms.

“Slow down, Goddess,” I pleaded as she took off at a fast clip. “You’ve made these pants impossibly tight tonight, and I’m kind of dying here!”

She turned and glanced down at my predicament, then huffed. “Please. I’m going to put you through more grueling things than that if you attend my class. Suck it up.” Then she smirked. “Or is that my job?”

I groaned, and she took off again. I found my stride alongside her without injuring myself, and soon, we were at her door.

I whistled as she led me inside. “Nice digs.”

She shrugged, tossing her bag onto a chair and approached me with a predatory look in her eyes. There was the dragon. It made her even hotter.

I held firm until she reached me, then felt forced into taking a step back. As I did, my leg hit something solid, and she pushed my chest lightly. It was all that was needed to shove me back onto her bed, and she stared down at me with hunger.

I was going to die if I had to keep these pants on any longer. So I held her gaze and pulled at the ties, loosening the opening.

“Thank the Goddess,” I sighed with relief.

“You won’t be thanking her when I’m done,” she said, sinking to her knees between my legs.

I propped myself up on my elbows and inhaled deeply. I would not come from just looking at her on her knees for me. I wouldnot.

Hazel kept her eyes fixed to mine but gripped the top of my pants and dragged them downward. I lifted slightly to help her, and my cock sprang free. That was when her eyes left mine, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

“Goddess!” she whispered to herself, staring.

I wasn’t inexperienced—we’d established that. Nor was I ashamed of the reputation I was earning for myself. But it was all new experience. Before leaving the village, I was held prisoner to my whole life, and I’d never known more than quick fumbles. While I wasn’t against those where needed, this whole ‘taking your time’ business still got me every time.

She took a deep breath, which was all the warning I had before she slowly licked me from root to tip. She savored every last inch of me and moaned at the taste. Her eyes fluttered closed as she took my head into her warm mouth, and I was caught between not wanting to miss a second of the visual she offered and needing to close my eyes, let my head drop back, and possibly just dying on the spot from acute pleasure overload.

“Fuck,” I gasped when my whole length disappeared between her lips, the back of her throat agonizingly tight around my head. Then I moaned incoherently as she drew herself slowly back, leaving my cock glistening in the lantern light.

When she swirled her tongue around my crown, I lost the fight and sank into the pleasure, falling back onto the soft bed and letting my eyes drift closed. She was too good at this. No shame in that, but Goddess, I wanted it to last at least a minute. I needed her to do something less than perfect or I would blow. Just the image of her lips stretched around me and my head pressed into the back of her throat, seared into my memory, would ensure I was not going to last long now or any time in the future.

I was ruined, and I knew it.

“Hazel,” I choked, trying to lift my head or my hands to stop her.

Ignoring my plea, she placed her palm on my abs to stop me from getting up and began a particularly evil kind of torture involving both her hand and her mouth. But her rhythm was so languid, there was time for breath between the moments when her hand was wrapped around my shaft while her wicked swirling tongue worked my head and when I was buried back in that unbearably tight space at the back of her throat.

Those breaths allowed me to be suspended in that state of ecstasy for…years? Minutes? I had no idea, but it was longer than I thought possible when I almost lost it on the first stroke. I couldn’t last forever, though, and I moaned her name as I neared the peak, in reverence, or warning, I didn’t know.

She didn’t falter, though, and I was merely her puppet as she worked me to the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

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