His mouth still wrapped around my nipple, Corbin picked me up as though I was made of paper and laid me back across his desk, draping me over the lewd drawing in the open grimoire. Worrying about the ancient book, I started to sit up, but he pushed me back down.
“No, no, this is exactly where you should be.” Corbin’s hands shoved my thighs apart, cupping me under my ass. His face twisted into a look of such exquisite joy that it made me tremble inside and out.
Before I could say anything, he dived between my legs.
His tongue found the source of the pounding, throbbing ache, and Corbin attacked it with the possessive dedication he gave to everything in his life. He drew long strokes across me, then touched only the tip of his tongue to that spot, vibrating it in place and reducing me to a gibbering mess as an orgasm tore through me.
At least, Ithinkit was an orgasm. I’d never had one before, so I couldn’t be certain. My whole body shuddered and jets of molten pleasure flared through my veins. The world spun and red dots appeared in my vision.
“Whoa,” I moaned. I wanted to say it was my first, that I’d definitely never had one of those with Andrew. But all that came out, again and again, was “whoa, whoa.”
“Plenty more where that came from.” Corbin’s mouth finding mine once more. He leaned over me, one hand cupping behind my neck, while his other hand reached between my legs again. He pushed one finger inside me, stroking my wall as his pinkie snaked up and swirled around that spot once more.
Moments later I died and was reborn again in a fire of pleasure and ecstasy. My body slipped off the side of the earth and plunged into nothingness, weightless and breaking into stardust.
I clung to Corbin until the trembling subsided and my veins stopped burning up in the sun.
“That’s two,” he grinned. “Can you feel anything magical?”
“Mmmmm.” I held him. “I feel like I just saw the center of the Sun.”
“I mean, can you touch your power?”
I closed my eyes, drawing myself into my body, searching for some deep-hidden power. But I didn’t even know what I was looking for, how I was supposed to feel. All I knew was that warmth pooled in my limbs, my brain surged with disjointed thoughts and half-articulated flashes of brilliance. I knew there was an ache in my belly and between my legs that still demanded to be sated, and that was more important than anything else right now.
“Maybe it needs a little something more.” Corbin’s voice was pure silk.
I nodded, reaching down between us and grabbing the belt of his jeans. I slipped the buckle through my fingers and tore it open. Corbin moaned as I reached inside and drew him out.
“Magic has never been this fun before,” he groaned.
I lifted my head so I could see his cock, and wasn’t surprised to see he was exactly the same as in my dream. Huge and long and glorious. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and gave him a stroke. Corbin’s eyes fluttered closed, and he growled deep in his throat.
Corbin’s hand was on my thigh again, and with his other hand he reached behind me and grabbed the condom from the desk, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it over his bulging dick. I helped him roll the condom down, then leaned back against the book. Corbin spread my legs again, and entered me with a deep thrust.
I cried out as half Corbin’s length slid inside me, filling the ache that had begged for this ever since I arrived at Briarwood. I wrapped my arms around him, digging my fingernails into his back. Corbin gripped the end of the desk with one hand, the other holding up my thigh, his fingers spread across my ass.
“You feel amazing,” he puffed, as he drew out and then sank into me again, our bodies moving together, rising and falling with each long, glorious thrust. “You feel like magic to me.”
He kissed me, his tongue playing at my lips as his body moved against mine. My legs fell open, begging for more of him. My ass rubbed against the edge of the book.
“Isn’t this disrespecting the Briarwood grimoire?” I raise an eyebrow at Corbin.
He smile back as he cups his hand behind my neck, bringing me closer. “Think about the drawing. If anything, this is honoring my ancestors.”
The desk creaked as Corbin thrust harder, building up a steady rhythm that made the ache inside me pound with anticipation. He angled my ass up and thrust in deeper, filling me, giving me exactly what I needed.
I clawed at his back as the ache climbed inside me, the pressure like a pot reaching the boil. Corbin ground his pelvis against mine, driving deeper still. His thrust tore through me, sending the pot screaming as it boiled over, and molten hot pleasure poured through my limbs. My muscles clenched and unclenched around him, clamping onto Corbin’s cock as I rode my third orgasm until the room swirled in a haze of color.
Corbin stiffened, his muscles clenching. He buried his face into my neck, his teeth scraping my skin as he shuddered with his own release. His body tightened into knots, a snake coiling to strike, and then, with a cry, he pounded into me one final time and collapsed against me.
“Shite,” he whispered, his arms encircling me. His thick muscles embraced me, keeping me warm.
I giggled. “You Brits and your quirky words. I can’t wait to tell my sister I just had my firstshagon foreign soil.”
Corbin’s eyes warmed. “How did you rate it, Maeve Moore?”
“A solid twelve out of ten.”
