Eban scurries away, locking the basement door behind him. Harry and I are alone.
Slowly he raises his head, the brightness of his aquamarine eyes is muted. “Come to mock me?”
My feet take me to him and I’m falling to my knees. I take his bound hands in my own.
“Harry, please believe me. None of this was my idea. I’m trying to talk sense into them. They think you have been mistreating me.”
He is staring at me intently, as if he can read all my secrets in the irises of my eyes. He doesn’t move. I’m not sure if either of us are breathing.
“Haven’t I?” he asks softly.
I shake my head. “Well, taking me to that orgy wasn’t great, but you saw the error of your ways.”
A thousand emotions flash across his face but I can’t name a single one of them.
“Why are you here?” he asks.
I feel my cheeks heat. “Isn’t it obvious?”
His beautiful eyes narrow. “There are plenty of mages here, you don’t need me.”
“What part of me only wanting you, is so hard to understand?” I exclaim in exasperation. Why doesn’t he believe me on this one simple matter?
“Nobody has ever wanted me before.”
His words hit like punches. Spoken by someone else, they could so easily sound whiny or self-pitying. But he speaks them so calmly, so matter of fact. As if he is merely commenting on the color of the sky, and I can see the truth of them. People may have craved his wealth, his looks, his power. But nobody took the time to get to know him. To want Harry.
He speaks again. “I’m supposed to believe that you didn’t plan my capture and that you are here now only because you are ripe and you don’t want anyone else?”
I nod. Hopefully, he can see the honesty in my eyes, because I have no other evidence. No other way of convincing him.
He shakes his head gently. “You have no idea how much I want that to be true.”
My heart clenches so tightly that I wonder if it is ever going to beat again.
Within me my magic flares impatiently. It doesn’t care about trust or feelings. It simply wants to be free, and it knows Harry can provide that. It stokes my arousal and a helpless whimper escapes me.
Lust flares in Harry’s eyes. Despite everything, he still wants me. I cling on to that hope with everything I have. If he refuses me, I… I can’t even finish that thought. It’s too awful.
Slowly, Harry lowers the waistband of his pajamas, just enough for his cock to spring free. It’s nearly as hard as my own. I lick my lips.
“Is this what you want?” he whispers.
I nod and try not to drown in my own drool.
“Come and get it then,” he says.
It’s all the invitation I need. I lower my head and shove as much of his cock into my mouth as I can fit. He groans. The taste of him floods my mouth. All musky and masculine. He fills all my senses. I feast on him eagerly. The feel of him on my tongue is so familiar, it is a shock to realize I’ve never tasted him before. I’ve enjoyed the magic dildo, but never the real thing. I have to say, I’m a great fan of reality.
I slide down as far as I can, but pull up when I start to gag. One day I will take him all, I swear. I will just have to practice a lot. Like every day. Hopefully, he won’t object to my plan.
I lose myself in the sensation of him as I hum my delight. The salty taste of his pre-cum is a whole new pleasure. One to add to my list of new favorite things.
“Colby!” he groans in warning.
Reluctantly I pause but I can’t bring myself to release his cock from my mouth.
“Need to come inside you!” he gasps.
