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She cried out when I pushed my finger into her tight entrance, confirming that she was, indeed, very wet and very ready for me.
While I slowly slid a finger in and out of her, I closed my mouth around her pussy. She gasped and moaned when I flicked my tongue over her clit, and I felt the waves of pleasure run over her body, her center contracting around my finger as she relished in the pleasure I poured into her.
I alternated between licking her clit and sucking on it. Judging by the sound of her breathing, she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm.
“That’s it,” I growled against her clit. “Come for me.”
She screamed when my voice reverberated through her, and her body contracted, her core tight around my finger. She writhed and then arched her back and curled on the couch as ecstasy took over.
Her power grew in the room, as if she’d exploded into a show of light, and it was warm and inviting and strangely familiar.
My own power rose to meet it, automatically responding to the Luminescence. The darkness in me wanted to drive away the light.
I tried to push it down, but our power intertwined as it had before, twisted into a thick braid that was difficult to break just like that.
I let go of her, planting one more kiss in between her legs, before I reached for my pants and undid them. I pulled my cock free, hard and eager, and moved so that I hovered over Hazel.
“Erol,” she whispered, her eyes glazed, her cheeks pink in the aftermath of her sexual bliss. “I haven’t been with someone like this.”
“What?” I asked, pausing.
“This is…my first time.”
I blinked at her. “You’re…a virgin?”
She nodded, pursing her lips together as if she was a little shy about it.
My body screamed at me to take her, to plunge my cock into her and ride her hard. I needed the release, I ached to be closer to her, I wanted her to bemine.
She was a virgin. A Fae. And I was a Conjurite. I couldn’t do this to her. How could I be her first and bring so much darkness with me? What if I tainted her, ruined her forever?
I couldn’t let my lust take over and take what I so desperately wanted without thinking about what it might mean.
“Is that okay?” she asked.
“It’s more than okay,” I said, but I pushed up my pants again. “Come, let’s finish our supper. I still have dessert prepared, and it will be a shame to waste it.”
Confusion and uncertainty flickered across her face. She sat up, tugging down her skirt, and pulled the bodice of her dress back into place. I helped her zip it up before I took her hand and helped her to her feet. I planted a chaste kiss on her lips. Her cheeks were still a bright pink, but the atmosphere between us had shifted.
I led her back to the table, and the servants brought out the decadent chocolate cake I’d had the chef make for the occasion.
We made small talk, polite and shallow. Hazel smiled and laughed graciously at my jokes, but the closeness we’d shared a moment ago was gone.
I ached for it, hating that it wasn’t between us anymore, but it was better this way.
Hazel deserved better. She deserved the best.
I was far from it.
17
HAZEL
“How was your night with Zita?” I asked my mom when we walked through the gardens I’d been working on.
Mom offered me a secretive smile. “It was good. We’re getting closer. I found an unexpected friend in her.”
“It seems like you found more in her than just a friend,” I pointed out.
