I kiss her until there’s nothing but the feel of her lips against mine, her tongue a wet tease, her breath the air that fills my lungs. I kiss her until she whimpers into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair. I kiss her until our hearts race, matching each other beat for beat in our desire for one another.
When we pull apart, the glazed look in her eyes makes me think I’ll go mad with needing her. My cocks ache, straining against her thighs.
I slide my fingers down her throat, feeling her pulse leap. I tease the top edge of her bustier, pulling her breast high enough to free her nipple. Sucking it into my mouth, I flutter my tongue over the hard peak until Skye gasps my name, her nails digging into the back of my scalp in the most delicious little licks of sensation.
My fingers pluck and pull at her other nipple until she writhes against me, head tipped back, panting.
Then I glide down her stomach and hook my fangs in the top of her panties, pulling them down her hips, her thighs, the smell of her arousal filling my nose and making my mouth water.
I lift her feet, freeing her of the filmy scrap of fabric, and spread them wide. My palms glide up the outside of her hose-covered legs as I rise back up.
“My little candy girl.” I lick along the lace of her garter, dancing the tip of my tongue over her satiny soft skin. “I’m going to eat you up.”
“Yes.” Her hands find my horns, and my pretty little witch pulls my head straight to her sweet core. “Oh, yes, Luke.”
My tongue flicks over her folds, the sweet and spicy taste of her filling my mouth with nirvana. Her little hands tug until I’m right over her sensitive nub and lick exactly as she wants me. But I can’t resist touching her. My tail glides up the back of her thigh, slides forward to find her slick and ready.
“Goddess,” I growl. “You’re already so wet for me. Such a good baby girl.”
She gasps and whimpers, her candy mouth open in an O as I move my tail in and out of her core. Skye gives my horns another tug, pulling my tongue back to where she wants it, laving her clit in long, slow strokes.
“Luke!” she keens in a high voice, her body thrumming with tension.
“Steer me where you want, baby girl. Show me exactly how you want me to eat your pretty little pussy.”
Her hips pulse in time with my tail thrusts, pushing her sensitive little nub against my lips. I suction my mouth over it, my fangs bracketing her clit as my tongue flicks and flicks.
Her climax is a thing of beauty, all whimpering sounds and wetness and clutching hands. It soothes my soul to bringmy pretty little witch such pleasure. I will give her more, drown her in it, show her my love and devotion.
My cocks leap with excitement, already soaking the fabric of my pants.
Still on my knees, I straighten, licking her taste from my lips, my chin. “So pretty. So sweet.” I press a thumb to her clit, and she shudders, a flush of desire pinkening her skin from her cheeks all the way down to the tops of her breasts. “I love how responsive you are, my little witch, my love.”
“Luke,” she breathes my name like a prayer. Her hands slip from my horns to tangle in my hair and tug me forward for a kiss.
Sweet and soft and lush, she opens for me, giving me all of herself. Skye offers her heart with every kiss, and I take it like the greedy dragon I am, ready to hoard it for eternity, locking it away. Yet it won’t be alone, for it will be with mine, and I will protect her heart forever as the truest of treasures I’ve ever known.
I undress her, unlacing the bustier and peeling the garter and hose from her body, my hands a slow benediction as I caress her soft skin. As lovely as the lingerie is, I want nothing between us when I knot her. My hands linger on her plump breasts, the swell of her stomach, and the softness of her thighs.
Her little hands tug at my clothes, sliding into the open vee of my shirt to paint traces of fire across my skin.
I grip the front and send a pulse of magic racing through the fabric until it parts in the back, splitting like a flower opening to slip free of my wings.
“No fair that I can’t undressyou like you undress me.” She pouts up at me, playful.
“The seamstress wove the spell into the fabric. I do not cast anything—I merely power it.” I bring her hand to the waistband of my pants. “Try. You have plenty of magical power.”
“You’re not worried we’ll get sucked into a book?” Her eyes flick toward the bookshelves by the desk.
I curl my fingers over hers. “I trust you.”
Her magic rises within her, calling to mine. My internal fire leaps higher, the center of my chest burning for her as she sends magic into the fabric. It parts around my tail, pooling forward on my hips, and she gives a soft, pleased laugh as she undoes the fastenings.
Then her hot little hands are on my cocks, and I lose the ability to think of anything but claiming her.
My seed coats her palms, making her shiver and moan as its aphrodisiac takes effect. “Luke.” She licks her lips, her hands tightening around my erections and stroking. “I need you.”
My hips shoot forward as I grunt, pleasure coursing through me at her grip. I kick off my boots and pants and scoop her into my arms to carry her to the bed.
