Page 57 of A Witch and Her Dragon
I touch her through the silky fabric of her dress. She gasps as my fingers glide across her folds, and her body trembles delicately, so small and breakable beneath mine.
I open my eyes, searching hers as they sparkle.
“Have you ever been touched here?” I whisper, my breath shifting the thin hairs around her face.
Without saying a word, she bites her lip and shakes her head.
“But you want me to touch you?”
Now she nods fervently.
She’s never been touched.
My beast rejoices at this.
Mine, I think.No one else’s.
I bunch the fabric of her dress in my fist, then guide it up, exposing her smooth legs, her thighs gleaming in the moonlight. I use my knee to press her legs apart. Her eyes, blue as winter ice, watch my fingers as they move up her thigh, then dip between her legs. There’s only a thin undergarment between us now, and she’s already soaked the fabric.
My cock throbs.
I find Alina’s eyes and hold her gaze as I ease my fingers into the waistband of her panties. Her crimson lips open with a gasp as I press the pad of one finger against her swollen clit.
“Oh my—”
Her words cut off as I circle her clit, then slide my fingers lower, pressing through her folds to find her slick entrance. She’s soaking.
“Fuck,” I grunt, biting back another wave of pain as it crashes over me. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“Is that,” she whispers breathily, “a good thing?”
I push my middle finger against her pussy. It’s tight. But slowly, it yields to me. As my finger slides inside her and she draws a sudden breath, I say, “Yeah, it’s a good thing.”
I push my finger deeper. It sinks into her up to my first joint. She tips her head back against the glass, crimson lips opening with a breath. Then I push deeper, up tomy knuckle. She’s so tight around me, so wet and ready. Ready forme.
But I can’t. This is already way over the line. If anyone were to find out about this, I’d be done for.
“Fuck, Alina.” I brace my forearm on the glass over her head, working my finger in and out of her as she pants beneath me. Her cum coats my finger, drips down the back of my hand. Seeking some sort of relief, I press my cock against her thigh, wishing so badly I could sheathe it inside her.
“What,” Alina gasps, “can I do for you?”
My immediate thought is to tell her she doesn’t need to do anything for me. But before I can, her small warm hand finds its way to the straining pressure in my trousers. She rubs me through the fabric, making me clench my teeth. Even my gums ache, my fangs fighting to break through.
Thatcan’thappen. I’m not so sure I’d be able to resist sinking them into her throat. Though with my magic held at bay with the charmed chain about my neck, I’m not sure if the claiming would even work.
No. I can’t. Iwon’t.
Sliding my finger out of her, I drag her slick wetness up to her clit, massaging it beneath the pads of my fingers. Her hand stills on my cock, like she can’t focus on touching me while being touched like this herself.
I lean back slightly to look at her face. It’s bathed in cold moonlight streaming through the glittering glass ceiling. Her eyes are closed, her brow furrowed delicately. Her lips are open as she pants. I lower my head and press my mouth to hers, and she moans against me.
Still kissing her, I adjust to slide my finger inside her again, then use my thumb to rub her clit. Her hands come up to grasp my shirt, clinging and gripping like she’s adrift in a turbulent sea. A light layer of ice dances across her fingers and up her wrists—her magic is seeping out, and she doesn’t even seem to realize it.
And she’s still so fucking wet.
I kiss her harder, finger her faster. Her panted breaths become barely controlled moans.
And I can’t believe my hard-on hasn’t burst through my trousers yet. I’m going to have to get some sort of release tonight, whether that’s by my hand or Alina’s. Pain is already wrapping around my balls, squeezing as the pressure builds inside me.
