Page 52 of Raising the Sun

Isaac nodded, teeth nipping at his bottom lip as if to stop it wobbling, and I hummed in sympathy. His quick trigger was flattering, really. He wasn’t entirely without stamina—I knew, as I’d been the one to nurture him out of that fumbling virgin phase—but it was gratifying to be reminded of my skill. Of how well attuned I was to his body’s every desire.

Drawing it out all night, letting his interest creep leisurely through the stages would be a breeze, if I wished it so, but that was a rare treat. Having my pet ravenous, a begging mess just aching for relief, was how I liked him best.

The delightful creature whined as the pads of my middle fingers skated over his nipples, his hips stuttering, urgently chasing release. The rich, spicy scent of him filled the room, and I knew it wouldn’t take more than thirty seconds for him to fall apart…

Pity.

I lifted off of him just enough that no amount of thrusting into the air had our hips meeting. Isaac cried out, a look of betrayal and hopeless desperation flashing across his pretty face as he shivered.

He was so beautiful.

“W-Why’d you stop?”

“Because I want you desperate,” I reminded him with a mocking smirk. “So tell me, are you feeling positively unhinged, pet? Or will it take more work on my part?”

He gritted his teeth in a weak snarl. “Fuck. You.”

That answers that.

“We’ll get there,” I teased, relishing in his glare. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll get to come; I just haven’t specified when.”

I ran my hands—now sans flames—soothingly over his pecs as my gaze levelled on his. “Remember, we can stop at any time. You need only ask.”

His expression softened at that, his body visibly relaxing. “I don’t want to stop.”

“Pleased to hear it.” I combed my fingers through his blond curls, content to watch him settle, while luxuriating in the fondness that stirred in my gut.

Ever since my confession offeelingsat his flower show, they’d hummed a constant melody under my skin, but seeing him like this, laid bare and trusting, made me realise just how loud they could be. How deep they ran in my veins. I adored him, that much was obvious, but it was also an infatuation. An obsession more resilient than any I’d had before. I was never absent of thoughts for him, nor had I tired of homing every last speck of my attention on one, singular being. The more I had of him, the more attached I became, and though I’d already banished the very notion of ever wanting another, it was still surprising that someone like myself was capable of such monogamy.

My siblings, no doubt, would have a field day.

Isaac’s breathing evened out first, his heart rate following suit, and only then did my magic reignite—a low, pulsatingheat gathering in my idle palm, eager to meet his skin once more. I took hold of my human’s cock, humming appreciatively at the heavy weight of every glorious inch in my hand before giving it a single, leisurely stroke, my thumb skimming over the wet slit. He smelled like sex, lust, and impatience. It was delicious, and watching him cant his hips, back bowing obscenely as he thrust into the loose circle of my fingers was a religious experience—as if I had any clue what those felt like.

“You have such a pretty cock,” I observed, letting out a breathy little rasp as I lined him up to the bulge in my skirts and curled my fist tightly around us both. “So thick and flushed, and always so wet, just for me.”

I could’ve undressed, could’ve given in to the temptation of skin-on-skin contact, but something about my clothed cock sliding against his bare one felt slightly more depraved—the fabric darkening with our combined slick, the subtle creases in the silk creating extra stimulation.Obscene.

Small whimpers broke from Isaac’s lips, shivers rolling through his body whenever I began rocking into each stroke. He was so responsive, clinging to his restraints like he wanted to be moulded to the bench, his grip so strong it’d bruise if he were clutching at my thighs or hips.

Compared to our very first encounter, he gave everything he had so much more freely now, submitting with little to no hesitation, and it was more than I could ever have hoped for.

More than I could ever have imagined I deserved.

“Ash, please…”

My eyes flicked to his, my chest tightening at the look of pure despair on his face. “What do you need, my dear?”

“I want you to ride me.”

I barely concealed my smirk. “How bold of you. Is my hand not good enough?”

“Yes—ngh—but your arse is better,” he stated with zero regard to my teasing lilt.

He also wasn’t wrong.

“Naturally,” I said with an air of certainty as I ruminated over his request. I had planned to see him a bit more wanton before sinking down on his beautiful cock, but plans could change.

The thought of him filling me, his tip nudging against my sweet spot as my magic expanded from my fingers, tingling up the length of my arms and over my body, had my hole clenching on nothing.

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