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He drank her in, savoring each lick, sucking and kissing. Teasing her clit with his tongue as he plunged his fingers into her warm depths, again and again, until she clenched around him and let out a cry.
“Tell me what you want, Dina.”
“I need your cock, need your come,” Dina whispered, looking back at Scott with an expression of pure lust. He didn’t need asking twice.
Opening the rip in her leggings further, Scott pulled down his trousers. There was something about having Dina mostlynaked, splayed out across his desk, while he was fully dressed, that almost sent him into a frenzy.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Dina, you’re perfect,” Scott hissed as he settled his cock between her ass cheeks, relishing the view. She was so wet for him, so ready.
He teased the tip of his cock right at her entrance, desperate to feel her smooth heat around him. Dina hissed, shifting herself so she could take more than just the tip.
“Should I make you beg for it, Dina?” He reached around her, caressing her clit with his thumb.
“Please,” she moaned, and that was all it took. Scott thrust in, pleasure cascading from the tip of his cock all around his trembling body.
Everything about Dina was perfect, and she was his, she was his.
Scott fisted his hand in Dina’s curls; every inch of him sank into her warmth as she writhed in pleasure.
“Come for me again, sweetheart, come all over this cock.”
It wasn’t long before she shuddered against him, letting out a delicious moan.
Scott rolled her over and scooped her into his arms, resting her ass on the desk. Down on his knees he tasted her again, sweetness and salt and something indescribably Dina.
“My turn,” she whimpered, and pulled him up so that he was leaning against the desk and she was on her knees, taking his cock in her mouth. She was every one of his fantasies come to life.
Scott groaned, holding her curls back as she licked from his sac to his tip. She looked up at him, complete trust in her eyes.
“I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Scott was lost to oblivion. The way Dina looked up at him, her pretty mouth closed around his cock—it was enough. Hisentire body shook, thrusting again and again into the heat of her throat until he was inches away from orgasming.
“Can I?” he hissed, and Dina nodded. He let himself go and Dina swallowed his hot come, drinking him in, licking away the mess. Her shredded leggings lay in a pile at their feet. She would need to mend them with magic. Scott pulled her up into his arms, wiping her mouth clean with his thumb. Both of them were sweaty, tired, and perfectly happy.
Chapter 29
This wasn’t the first time Dina had been to visit Scott’s apartment, but it felt like the most important. Because she was going there on her own, with herown key.When Scott had presented it to her, complete with a little keyring that said “Talk to the hamsa” on it, she had squealed with glee and wrapped her arms around him.
Now here she was, unlocking his front door. Scott wouldn’t be home for another hour—he had a meeting with the head curator to finish up—but he’d told her to make herself at home.
Scott’s apartment, sans Scott, wasn’t particularly homey. Everything was so sparkling and new, and the floor-to-ceiling windows, although offering a beautiful view of the river, did make Dina feel a little like she was on show. She hadn’t minded that time Scott had fucked her with her breasts pressed up against the cold glass though.
He’d done what he could to make the space cozy, with cushions and rugs and a few potted plants. Still, they spent most of their time at her flat, because Heebie was just about as obsessed with Scott as Dina was.
Today she’d brought some orange and persimmon loaf cake from the café, and she set about brewing herself a cup of tea with the leaves she’d brought over last time. She would have tomake sure to read Scott’s leaves tonight when he wasn’t looking, so she could see any hints of the hex at work. So far, it seemed like the hamsa, the tea leaves, and the midnight blessing rituals she’d done on his behalf were working.
He had narrowly escaped that falling poster at the museum the other day though. It had been a little too close for comfort; she needed to up her game.
Dina kicked off her shoes and changed into some cozy clothes while she waited for the kettle to boil. After the leggings incident the other day, she’d taken to wearing them around Scott in the evenings. They never stayed on for long.
She made her tea and stood looking out at the river, lights twinkling from the restaurants that dotted the bankside.
The door clicked open behind her. Scott stood there, his cheek grazed above the beard, his entire side splashed with mud.
“Don’t freak out,” he said, offering her a smile. “I’m not hurt.”
Dina ran to him as he put down his bag, running her hands over him to check for any injuries.
