Page 76 of Ash and Feather

“Not following directions…that’s the sort of thing that could get you in trouble during these lessons,” I warned.

She ran her tongue over the dampness coating her lips, her eyes still on me, as if daring me to punish her.

I twisted my hand tightly into her hair again and used the grip to pull her head forward again. I slid deep into her throat. She managed to take nearly two-thirds of my length before I felt the vibrations of a building cough. I held her there for several seconds before allowing her to come up for air.

She sucked in several deep lungfuls of that air only to immediately bring her mouth back, drawing enough of me in to nearly choke once more.

A glutton for punishment, apparently.

I caught her jaw between my fingers, tapping the bulging outline of my cock against her cheek.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm for learning,” I growled, pulling away from her, “but we’re moving to the next lesson. Turn around.”

She gave me a curious look. I grabbed her pants and ripped them down, not bothering with loosening ties or buttons or anything else. The sound of ripping fabric was eclipsed by her sharp gasp.

I barely heard either of them over the thunder of my own pulse and the throb of my magic as it burned hotter, desperate to take her in.

“Turn around. Now.”

She did. I finished stripping off the rest of her clothing, then leaned back, taking hold of her legs and prying them apart as I went.

She resisted at first, self-consciousness keeping her thighs close together as she hovered over me. I ran my hands over the soft and ample flesh of her thighs, waiting for her to be ready. Truthfully, I was no God of Patience, but for her, I would take my time. I would have spent an eternity mapping out the shape of her, worshipping and memorizing the mere outlines of her bodyuntil she felt comfortable enough to let me into the softer, more sacred parts of it.

As my light, admiring touch circled its way along the back of her thigh, the tension began to slowly melt from her muscles. Her spine arched and her legs eased apart—an invitation.

“Wider,” I encouraged, my hands moving to her center, the heat of my fingertips meeting the damp warmth of her arousal.

A quiver went through her. I slid my hand more deliberately against her, cupping her sex, teasing the swollen bud of it with my fingertip. Her legs opened more completely, all sense of hesitation abandoned. I took hold of her once more, positioned her with a few powerful tugs, then wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her center down to meet my mouth.

She cursed as I planted a trail of soft kisses against her. Several more curses followed as I pressed my fingers hard against the small of her back, holding her down, allowing me to devour her without any more mercy or restraint.

She tasted like she belonged to me. Marked by my fire—like smoke and salt and that particular zest of magic. But there was something else, too, a soft spiciness that was undeniablyher.

As my tongue pushed deep inside her, driven almost completely mad by the need for more of that spice, her hands found my hardened shaft once more.

Her mouth soon followed.

Her tongue swept across the head of my cock. I groaned without taking my mouth away from her. The vibration of sound and the warmth of my breath spilling over her folds caused her legs to clench together. Her mouth soon returned the favor, lips sucking the tip of my length before closing over it and sliding down, up, down, up.

She moaned as she worked—a particularly sweet sound while she had a mouth full of me—and my hands gripped her legs,fingers digging into her soft skin. Her hips rolled against me, growing increasingly desperate, chasing release.

I considered giving it to her. The way I could have spread her thighs wider and licked, kissed, sucked until she was writhing on top of me, all restraint forgotten. It was enough to drive me mad with desire, just thinking about it, yet it wasn’t enough—I wanted more.Neededmore. Needed to be buried deep inside, filling her with more than the fire and magic I’d already given her.

I didn’t bother with commands this time. I simply grabbed her and spun her back around into the position I wanted her in.

I settled her into my lap once more, but this time my cock was free, fully erect and there to meet her. She slid onto it without hesitation. Warm. Dripping wet. Perfect. A little whimper left her as she sank lower, and I moved my hands to her hips, helping to ease her down.

“I know you can take all of it,” I murmured, pressing my lips to her hair.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and rocked her body against mine, grinding her way down, slowly taking more and more of me in until her soft cries of pain shifted to pleasurable moans.

“Good girl,” I mumbled against her, voice wavering as a shiver went through me.

“Goddess,” she corrected, breathlessly.

“Goddess,” I agreed, smiling.

I rose onto my knees, adjusting for balance and leverage. My hands slid to her thighs, holding her in place while I drove more fully into her. I moved subtly inside her at first—and occasionally not at all because it was mesmerizing just to be still and watch her face, to see her eyes widen and her lips part as I stretched her and throbbed inside of her.

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