Page 3 of Hex Appeal

"You should see what color it turns when—" She whispered something in his ear that made him flush to his roots.

"That's..."He tugged at his collar."That would be completely inappropriate."

"Completely," she agreed, her smile pure trouble."Want to find out anyway?"

He really, really did.

Without giving himself a chance to second guess himself, he teleported them back to his apartment.Ceries giggled and clung to him while they both took a moment to let reality catch up with them.

"You really know how to get a girl's head to swim."

"You haven't seen anything yet."He kissed her again, taking his time to really appreciate how she felt in his arms.She was warm, sweet and so sexy he thought he was way out of his league.But then she eased his tweed jacket off his shoulders and started unbuttoning his shirt and he forgot all about that nonsense.

He helped her shimmy out of her clothes, and still kissing her, Malachai wiggled his fingers and a fire roared to life in his fireplace.

"Very romantic," she said breathlessly.

Her breasts fit perfectly in his hands, soft and full.She moaned when he ran his thumb over her hard nipple, arching into him and grinding her hips against his.He could feel the heat between her legs, a delicious friction that made him ache with need.Ceries reached between them and deftly undid his belt, pushing down his pants in one smooth motion.He groaned as she wrapped her hand around his erection, stroking him slowly at first, teasing him with feather-light touches that made him tremble with anticipation.

They fell onto the plush rug by the fire, tangled in a mess of limbs and desire.

He trailed kisses down her neck and over the swell of her breasts.She gasped when he took a hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping gently until she was squirming beneath him.She pumped his cock faster and he knew if he didn’t stop her, he would come all over her hand.But it felt too good, too right to stop.

So he didn't.

Instead, he slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wet, hot core clench around him.She moaned loudly, her hips bucking up to meet his hand.Her breath hitched and she cried out when he grazed her sensitive nipple with his teeth again.He felt like he was on fire, every stroke sending more sparks through his body until he thought he might explode from the intensity of it all.She arched off the ground as she came hard against his fingers.He spilled all over her hand, coming so hard his head spun.

“Oh Malachai,” she panted.

“I have to taste you,” he said.

Diving between her legs, he cupped her ass in his hands and began to feast on her pussy.She was drenched, sweet and shaking, and he couldn’t get enough.The way her body shivered with each flick of his tongue made him hard again.He teased her clit with his teeth, licking and sucking until she cried out his name again.Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to her core.He loved the taste of her, the sounds she made.He could feel her pulse quicken beneath his touch, and she called out his name again as another orgasm washed over her.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, enjoying her anticipatory shiver.

“Do it,” she urged, reaching down to help guide him inside her.

With a growl, he thrust into her, burying himself deep.He held her close as he began to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her hot, wetness surrounding him.He kissed her deeply, tasting her passion on his tongue as he drove into her again and again.

The fire crackled, casting dancing shadows on the walls as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.He listened to her gasps and moans, feeling her body clench around him in rhythm with his own.Her hair was wild and unruly, a mess of pinks and reds that seemed to shimmer in the light of the fire.

She gripped him tight, each stroke he did sent waves of pleasure through him.Their bodies slapped together, the sound loud in the quiet of his apartment.Her legs shook and she wrapped them around his waist, pulling him even closer.

"Yes," she cried out, her voice hoarse with passion.

He responded by increasing his pace, thrusting deeper and harder with each shot of pleasure that coursed through him.He felt her muscles contract around him again and again, milking him with a fierce intensity that sent him over the edge.He roared her name as he came inside her, his body shuddering violently in the aftermath.

Later—much later—after making it to the bedroom, they were wrapped up in sheets that had definitely violated several laws of physics.He dozed off to the sound of her arguing sleepily about advanced defense techniques, thinking hazily that he'd never met anyone who made being wrong sound so right.

When he woke properly, she was gone.Only the lingering scent of midnight jasmine and a forgotten charm bracelet she had left behind proved she'd been real at all.Somehow the delicate silver chain had gotten tangled with his watch chain—appropriate, he thought ruefully, given how thoroughly she'd tangled up his carefully ordered world.

He had just enough time to get ready for the start-of-term assembly at Grimm Mawr Academy.New teachers to welcome, safety protocols to review...and absolutely no time to think about brilliant, trouble-making witches with color-changing hair and revolutionary ideas about magical education.

He tucked the charm bracelet onto his watch chain for safekeeping, promising himself he'd find some way to return it to her.After all, how hard could it be to find one passionate, opinionated witch who thought shield charms should be taught to freshmen?

As he straightened his tie for the fourth time, his office door swung open without a knock – only one person at Grimm Mawr Academy would dare enter without announcement.

"Principal Starcatcher," Headmistress Raven swept in, her midnight-black robes billowing behind her like great shadowy wings.Her raven familiar, Edgar, regarded Malachai with unsettlingly intelligent eyes from his perch on her shoulder."I trust your presentation at the International Conference was successful?"

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