She took my hand, guiding me once again to the warmth between her legs, underneath her skirt, and my cock throbbed against my slacks, clearly voicing its opinion on the matter.
“Please, Bane,” she whispered against my lips. “I know you won’t hurt me,” she sighed, kissing me once more with hunger, with need.
But it wasn’t lust I felt wrap its magical tendrils around me. It was something else, something deeper.
Trust.
Violet trusts me.
And that was what spoke to my rapid beating heart more than anything.
I wanted to be more than a monster for myself, but also forher.
I wanted to be the legendary love she deserved.
And I vowed in that moment that I would not let her down. I would give her exactly what she wanted, because she was myanam cara.My soul’s mate.
I pressed my fingers to the thin fabric, and felt ashock.
Like before in class, power surged through me, but it didn’t knock me on my ass this time. Instead, it fueled me, feeding my starved monster and myself something we’d only gotten a taste of prior.
And it tasted so fucking delicious.
I gently rubbed her through her panties before sliding the edge of fabric over enough that I could feel her slick wetness, teasing the entrance with my fingers. I watched as her eyelashes fluttered shut, as her breath caught in her throat, and the sight was enough to feed me fordays.
But I wasn’t done with Violet, not by a long shot.
If she truly wanted this, wanted me... we had a ways to go.
I moved my thumb and forefinger to stroke her clit, another shock jolting my fingers, the magical energy ricocheting within me like a pink pong ball.
I’ve never felt so...powerful.
“I like it when you beg me,” I said darkly, licking the edge of her lips. With my free hand, I took hers, sliding it over my pronounced erection, right over my knot.
“And believe me, Idesireto be buried in you, and it’s not just because you torment the fuck out me,” I said brazenly.
Violet squeezed lightly at first, then firmly, making me suck in a breath. If I wasn’t careful, I’d have a repeat of yesterday.
“But I want to do this right, and that means that we need to work our way up to the main event, starting with this,” I said as I slowly slid my finger inside of her. “If that is what you truly want,” I purred, my voice perilously close to cracking.
She was sotight.
Tight, warm, and wet.
I feared she would retract her request, snap out of whatever lust had fallen over her, whatever mystical bullshit spilled off of my incubus aura.
And I worried that if she changed her mind, I would never be able to look at her the same way.
Because whether or not she wanted me, I wanted her.
Perhaps I was addicted, after all.
How tragic.
The gasp that escaped her throat was like music to my ears, and I prayed to whatever Gods would listen that I was wrong.
She braced the heel of her hand on my chest as her breathing hitched, as her hips thrust forward and her walls clenched me.
