Page 124 of The Sea Witch's Son

Delicate fingers make quick work of the buttons on my dress shirt. Melody carefully pushes the silk material over my shoulders.

“Where were you today? I didn’t see you between classes.”

I smile, “Did you miss me?”

“No. It was nice not having to check the shadows for once.”

Her hands trail down my torso, tracing every bump and line running along my abdomen. Her eyes are glued to my chest, but mine are glued to her face.

I can see every sinful desire play out in her big blue eyes. Every dirty fantasy teasing the edge of her lips until they tilt upward.

She’s sopassionate. So alive.

And its all mine.

“You love our shadow play.” My own lips tilt up, “Especially when you get to put your greedy little hands on my body.”

She scrapes a nail across my pec, “It’s always your hands on me. Not the other way around.”

“Mm, I suppose it is.”

Peeling off her sleeping shirt, I sit back and admire the red lace cupping the swell of her breasts. Melody is watching me with hooded eyes, the lust filling her expression identical to the one cursing through my veins.

Her breath hitches when I tug the string wrapped around her waist. Letting it snap back against her skin, I watch the blood rush to the surface, turning her skin into a matching accessory.

“Beautiful.” I tilt my head with a smile, “You are beautiful, my little saint.”

Her lashes flutter down as the blush spreads up her chest.

“This is what I was wearing that night.” She bites her lip, dragging my attention there, “When I thought I was talking to you.”

“You wore this when you were sexting Calista?”

At her nod, I pull another string and let it snap hard against her flesh. She yelps quietly and it sends a blaze burning through me.

“Did you make yourself come wearing my favourite lingerie?”

She nods again, and I punish her honesty with another snap. Her breasts are heaving against the flimsy material, the puckered tip of her nipples visible through the thin padding.

“Calista knew all the right things to say.” She licks her lips slowly, “I couldn’t help but touch myself, thinking of all the things you would do to me if given the chance.”

There’s a devious glint in her eyes and the sight has my cock punching a hole through my dress pants.

“Show me.” Leaning forward, I lick my own path across her lips, “Show me what I missed out on.”

The flush on her cheeks deepens, “You want me to touch myself?”

“Yes.” I smile, crowding her with my presence so she remembers exactly who was haunting her that night, “Touch yourself right here, right now.”

“I was in bed.”

“We can improvise.” Pressing a hand against her flushed skin, I push her until she’s lying flat on the floor, “Consider the uncomfortable setting punishment for thinking about someone else.”

“I wasn’t thinking about-

“Shh.” Covering her mouth with my hand, I whisper in her ear, “You have other things that need doing, little saint. No more talking.”

She bites my fingers and the pain goes straight to my cock. Muffling a groan, I keep one hand pressed against that devilish mouth and position myself so I have a direct shot of her pussy.

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