Instead of tasting the cum from her fingers, Jolie had bent over and licked it off the tip of my cock instead.
Dear goddess. She was going to be the death of me.
My control was already thin, stretched dangerously close to breaking. Old magic stirred in the house, nothing more than charms I'd placed over certain rooms, certain pieces of furniture to ensure the smoother running of a household and to help out Beatrice.
I knew, even as I lay there, tossing and turning in my bed, fantasizing about a brilliant brunette, the rooms in my house were cleaning themselves thanks to the magic I'd long since lost access to, thanks to the curse.
A sweet, faint scent drifted down the halls to my room, and I shook it off, convinced that the madness was already seeping back in.
There was no way I should be able to smell Jolie here, in my rooms. She hadn't been close to them yet during her explorations. But no matter what I said to myself, I couldn't shake it.
It was like she was getting under my skin!
Before I could stop myself, my feet were moving. Maybe, if I could just see her, I could convince myself she was safe, she was real, and she wasn't running away (yet), then I could get some sleep.
It didn't take me long to reach her door. It took me a bit longer to convince myself that this wasn't overstepping.
But once I'd made the choice, I slowly reached out for the handle, not knowing if I wished for the door to be locked or not.
It wasn't locked.
I slipped inside.
Moonlight spilled across her bed in a soft wash of silver, and there she was... curled on her side, breathing slow and even, her hair fanned across the pillow.
My chest tightened painfully. She looked so small, so innocent, so peaceful.
And there I was, a monster, in the dark, watching her. Picturing myself doing dirty, filthy things to her. Things that would ruin her. Break her in half.
I moved closer.
I shouldn't have. Every step I took toward the bed was another nail in the coffin. The closer I got to her, the more obvious it was that I could not cross back over this line.
But I couldn't stop myself. Not after the way she'd looked in front of me, covered in my spunk. Her expression filled with a hunger and need so intense it matched my own.
I reached her bedside, close enough to feel the warmth that radiated off her in soft waves. Her breath puffed gently against the air, stirring a loose strand of hair across her cheek.
The urge hit me with brutal force.
Ineededto touch her.
I curled my fingers into a fist so tight my nails bit into my palm. That pain had always been enough to pull me back from the edge before.
Tonight, it barely slowed me down.
Carefully, I lifted my hand, reaching out. Her face, her delicate, soft skin was right there. Just a brush of my finger away.
So soft. So vulnerable. So human.
Her pulse fluttered beneath the surface of her throat. My hand hovered over her, trembling with the effort it took not to close the distance.
Goddess, I wanted to feel her. Touch her. Just once.
My breath hitched, and I froze as she shifted in her sleep, letting out a quiet moan. The sound went straight to my cock. A cock, by-the-by that has been aching since she left me alone in the milking chamber.
Once she settled down again, I leaned in closer to inhale the scent in her neck.
My hand drifted an inch lower.
