Page 83 of Cursed

Gasping for air, I spoke the final words.

“Through blood and bone, your gift is mine. I drink your power, one drop at a time.”

Titus’ thighs stiffened.

“What are you—” he choked out, but it was too late. The magic clung onto him like a leech and pinned him back against the bookshelf. A groan escaped his lips as I released his cock and focused on my task.

Working quickly, I pushed up his shirt to expose the smooth muscles of his torso.

I drew the dagger along my palm, coating it in my blood, and then pressed the blade against his smooth skin.

Blood welled up, and I pressed my palm against the cut. Pain streaked up my arm, and then settled to an intense burning sensation that traveled through my body and made my back arch.

My body thrummed with power, and my pussy clenched.

Unable to stop myself, I slid my mouth over Titus’ cock once more. I set the dagger on the floor beside me and pushed my free hand between my thighs.

The delicate material of my panties was soaked with my arousal, and I pushed them aside so my fingers could slide along my slick folds. I shuddered and moaned around Titus’s cock, and stroked him with renewed fervor.

Titus had been right, after all.

The grimoire’s powerwasintoxicating.

Barely aware of my own actions, I pressed one finger and then two into my clenched heat, and groaned as pleasure radiated through me. My mouth slid up and down Titus’s thick length at the same rhythm as my probing fingers.

Above me, Titus groaned, but his voice was hoarse and torn from his throat by the force of my spell and the cruel pleasure I gave him. His features twisted with a look of pure carnal desire, darkening further with each jerk of his hips that matched the rhythm I’d set with my mouth.

The magic surged forward and rode waves of energy that pulsed in uncanny harmony with our mutual release.

Though Titus’ hips bucked and his hands clenched tight on the shelves behind him, he couldn’t break free from the binding spell I’d recited.

I drew myself off his cock to murmur the final incantation,“Bound now to me, this strength remains. Yours no longer, the magic wanes.”

The magic flared brighter within me and surged through every vein until my entire form thrummed with it.

Titus groaned, and I sealed my mouth around the head of his cock as his climax came. My fingers worked over my clit at a furious pace, and as the first spurt of Titus’ cum filled my mouth, I moaned and swayed on my knees as my release swept through me. His cock pulsed against my tongue as his seed filled my throat and I swallowed it down eagerly.

When he was spent, I pulled my mouth away from Titus’ cock and peeled my hand from the cut I’d made on his stomach. The cut on his muscled abdomen, smeared with our mingled blood, glowed faintly. As I watched, the wound sealed shut, and I took a shuddering breath as a wave of dark energy surged through me and intertwined with the dark threads of his essence.

“Avril...”

I glanced up at Titus. The maddeningly cold veneer of confidence he always wore had slipped from him and revealed a vulnerability lurking beneath. He slumped against the towering bookshelf and the wooden shelves creaked under his weight. Books rattled ominously, but didn’t fall.

I pulled down his shirt, tucked his softening cock back into his pants, and re-buttoned his fly.

The belt was harder to fasten with shaking hands, but I managed well enough.

I snatched the dagger from the floor and stood on shaking legs as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before I tucked the dagger back into the makeshift sheath strapped to my thigh.

Titus’ eyelids fluttered and then his legs gave out and he slid to the floor like a marionette who had lost his strings.

“Sleep now,” I murmured. Relief washed over me as the last shreds of his consciousness faded. His eyes rolled back as he succumbed to the spell, and the thrill of my victory coursed through my veins like wildfire.

I stepped back and watched him slump further as the shadows in the room surged forward.

The weight of the blackened silver dagger pressed against my thigh and I smiled. The whispers in my mind pounded in time with my heartbeat and urged me to escape before the inevitable consequences unfurled.

Quietly, I slipped out of the library, my footsteps muted against the cold stone floor as I navigated the dim corridors.

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