Page 66 of The Witch's Spell
His words make me so wet I’m certain he feels it through his strained trousers. “You want to be inside me?”
Abandoning my breasts, he reaches down and lifts the hem of my long dress without breaking eye contact. The touch of his fingers along my bare thighs makes me tremble. And when he slips a hand between my spread legs and dips one finger into the wetness there, I whimper.
“More than anything,” he whispers.
“Then take me.” My body is trembling harder now. He uses a single finger to touch me, to tease me with featherlight strokes. “Please.”
The smile he’s been wearing slips from his lips. He regards me now with absolute focus, holding eye contact unflinchingly as he pushes one finger deep inside me, making me moan. “Very well, my lady.”
With strength I didn’t know he had, he lifts me in one arm and twists to lay me gently upon the couch, my hair spreading out all around us as I sink into the soft cushions. Then he rises up above me and frees the cord on his trousers, pushing them down smoothly to let me finally see his length.
He’s hard and glistening wet, already dripping for me before he’s even slipped inside.
I sit up on the couch and reach for him, needing to finally know what he feels like, even against my palm. When my fingers wrap around his cock, he tips his head back and groans. He’s as long as Alden, though not as wide, and I feel my pussy fluttering as I stroke him, working him from base to tip. He grows harder beneath my touch. But he doesn’t allow me to play with him for long.
A moment later, he’s bunching up my loose dress and pulling it off over my head, leaving me naked upon the couch, heart beating so hard I’m sure he can hear it over the popping of the wood in the hearth.
Briefly, he lingers there, staring down at me. My bare skin tingles beneath his careful gaze as his eyes move from the top of my head all the way to my toes, which are curling into the couch and Thorne’s soft brown cloak. Even his gaze upon me feels heated, like a brush of summer kissing me everywhere his crystal eyes leave a trace.
“You’re... beautiful,” he says at long last. As the words leave his lips, a gentle breeze dances through the tiny back room, rustling my hair and making the candles flicker upon their shelves.
And for a moment, I almost think I can taste his magic in the air—I can most certainly see that subtle glimmer from the corner of my eye, the sparkle his silvery skin has in the low orange light.
With a smooth movement, Thorne leans over, using his hips to push my legs apart as he braces his hands on either side of me. The head of his cock brushes my clit, making me whimper.
“Thorne,” I gasp, as if there’s not enough air in this room. “Don’t tease me.”
“Tease you?” he whispers. “I would never.”
Finally, he pushes his dick against me, and my folds part around him as I capture my bottom lip with my teeth and moan. His mouth is there a moment later, his tongue against my lips, begging to be let in.
And I let him. I let him plunge himself as deeply inside of me as he can go. My hands wrap around the back of his neck, fingers grasping at his silken white hair.
He thrusts slowly, as if he wants to feel every touch, every inch of his skin gliding against mine. Our bodies writhe as one, the cushions cradling us, softening every movement as we sigh and gasp and moan into the quiet of the shop. Thorne’s mouth dances across my cheek to my neck, and he nibbles my soft flesh before tracing the shell of my ear.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I breathe as he pulls out of me. “Don’t stop—”
Taking hold of himself, he pushes the head of his cock along my pussy lips until he finds my clit, making me gasp.
“I’m not stopping,” he whispers. He continues to rock his hips, rubbing himself against my clit, making me grasp at the cushions for purchase. “See?”
Now the fingers of his free hand slip inside of me, occupying the space he left empty. They curl, making me arch my back and open my mouth with a silent gasp.
“K-keep going.” I close my eyes, feeling pressure swelling in my low belly. It builds as he pushes his wet dick through my folds, fingers working inside of me. And then his magic touches my skin, a warm breeze dancing across my nipples and along my neck.
With my eyes closed, I can almost imagine it’s his mouth pressing kisses to my flushed flesh. It makes me shiver pleasantly, the sensation causing my toes to curl upon the couch cushions as goose bumps dance across every inch of my bare skin.
“When you cum,” Thorne says, “I want you looking right at me. I want to see your eyes.”
I’m almost there. He uses the head of his dick to circle my clit. My breath hitches in my chest. And I force my eyes open.
His silvery figure is limned in golden firelight, his body lean and strong as he sits over me, one hand working my pussy while the other guides his dick. And though a touch of embarrassment warms my cheeks, I look right at Thorne and hold his crystalline gaze as I hit my peak and surrender to the pulsing waves of heat and pleasure.
He watches me intently, gaze never leaving my face, even as he readjusts to sink his length into my still-throbbing pussy. I take him, even inch of him, relishing his firmness as he presses deep inside me. Gently, he lifts my legs, guiding them up so my knees are draped over his shoulders. He leans in close, careful not to put any pressure on my belly. My chest heaves with heavy breaths, nipples hard in the dim light.
When Thorne’s mouth finds mine again, I suck his bottom lip in, nibble it as he groans against me. Then he pulls back and looks into my eyes, still thrusting slowly.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” he says.
