Page 58 of A Witch and Her Dragon
But I continue focusing on her. Her icy fingers are still tangled so tightly in my tunic that I think she might rip straight through the fabric. Her breasts heave in the tight black dress, making me hunger for a taste of them, for the feel of her puckered nipples against my tongue.
Alina’s pussy starts to tighten around me. She draws a breath and holds it, her lips going still against mine. Icy fractals dance in the air around her, magical snowflakes coaxed into existence by her pleasure.
I continue fingering her fast, but I slow the pace of my thumb on her clit. And I fucking take her there.
When she cums, it’s the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s trembling legs and tangled hair, a whimpering moan that makes me want to drop to my knees to worship her at her feet.
But it’s also pain.Mypain. Because I want her so badly, want to claim her and send my magic spiraling through her veins. The chain burns hot and bright, making me grit my teeth against its onslaught of excruciating heat.
She whimpers and moans as I work my finger inside her, her walls spasming. I try not to imagine what it’d feel like to have her cum around my dick.
As soon as her pussy stops throbbing around my finger, I push away from her, breaking her tight hold on my tunic and leaving her trembling against the glass wall. Her eyes flash open, confusion written across her face.
“R-Raelan,” she whispers as I stumble back, bumping into a raised garden bed. “Are you okay?”
No, I’m not okay. But I’m inflicting this pain upon myself. Despite telling myself a thousand times a day that I can’t have her, my dragon still bleeds through, still wraps around my consciousness and tempts me into pushing the boundaries with her.
It’s foolish. I’m a fucking fool.
And I’m so turned on now that I can barely think straight.
So when Alina walks toward me on trembling legs and sinks to her knees in front of me, I have no power to tell her no.
Chapter 25
Alina
I’M DRUNK ON RAELAN’S TOUCH. I’ve touched myself before—even recently, with his burning dark eyes in my mind—but to be touched by him is something else altogether. It makes my own fingers feel clumsy in comparison.
And now that he’s given me a taste of what he can do, I want more. I want to give him the same in return... if he’ll let me.
He heaves with strained breaths as I sink to my knees before him. The look on his face is one of agony, though I can’t tell if it’s from the magic searing his skin or the pressure trying to burst free from his trousers. Perhaps both.
And I can relieve at least one of those.
“Alina,” he whispers as I tug the cord on his trousers free. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” I’m still thrumming with pleasure, and I’m going to chase that high for as long as I can. “Just tell me what to do. I’ve... I’ve never done this before.”
At first, I think Raelan may be disappointed that I’m so inexperienced when he is clearly not, but instead, hunger flashes across his face, betraying his thoughts before he can battle the expression into submission.
I take the waistband of his trousers in my hands and slide them down slowly, being careful not to hurt him.
And when he springs free, I’m caught completely by surprise.
I’ve never seen a man’s cock before, and though I had some idea of what to expect, this is...
“Fuck,” Raelan grinds out, cutting off my train of thought. He drags his hands down his face and across the stubble shadowing his jaw. “What the fuck am I doing?”
Before he can decide against this, I wrap my hand around his shaft, and he flinches at the touch. His skin is silky and hot against mine, and I can feel his heartbeat as I begin to stroke him.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I think it’s working, because Raelan closes his eyes and tips his head toward the glass ceiling. The muscles along his neck are pulled taut, and the chain that rests there glows blue white as the magic pours into him.
The head of his cock bobs with each stroke of my hand along his length, and I watch as glistening moisture gathers at the tip. A burst of longing goes through me. I want to taste him, to know what he feels like between my lips, where no other man has been.
So I lick my lips, lean forward on my knees, and take him into my mouth.
His response is a guttural moan. He reaches out to steady himself upon a cart laden with gardening tools, and his other hand comes around to grip my hair. I’m not sure if he means to or if he’s becoming lost to his own pleasure, but his fingers tangle in my long blue strands, tugging, begging me to increase my pace.
