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Story: The WitchSlayer
Did she use magic to entrance me?But he couldn’t smell the tendrils of witchcraft.
When their eyes met, she gave him the most beguiling smile with her lips parted to pant. It was the kind of look he’d always wanted her to give him after he’d been intimate with her.
His eyelids drooped at seeing it shine towards him.
She did not entrance me. I felt this on my own.
He just put it to it being strange, and that he liked her beauty and body so much that he allowed himself to be captivated by it.
She really is a pretty thing.He brought the hand from the back of her head forward to brush a clump of hair that was stuck to her lips.
Her chest pressing upwards against his own with strength told him he was crushing the bottom of her lungs, and Rurik lifted his weight back to his elbows and knees to take the worst of it away. Then he slowly slipped his softening shaft from her, and her breath caught on fallen lips as he did.
It made him want to sink it back in.
He pulled from her and slid his body back until he was able to rest his chin against her stomach to keep her in place.
She looked down to frown because he hadn’t completely removed himself from laying on her. Rurik was rather content where he was and wanted to stay between her legs where he planned to spend most of the day. Especially after how thoroughly she had pleased his body... and mind.
Realising he had no intention of moving right then, she let her head fall back to rest against the bed.
“I do not think I have heard you roar like that,” she whispered.
Yes, and he didn’t think he had ever produced such a roar. It had been loud, strangled, and so pleasure-filled that it had torn through him. It had needed to be released with the intensity of his spending.
Rurik didn’t roar often when being intimate. Usually he was controlled and quiet, groaning when something felt good enough to do so.
Pleased that she wasn’t trying to make him move, he leaned on his elbows and lifted his hands, resting one against her stomach while he lifted the other higher.
He grazed his fingers from the outer curves of one breast all the way to the hardened pink bud. A grin formed across his features when he watched the skin of the breast he was touching prickle.
He grazed his fingers again just to watch them grow.
Then he took the tip of his forefinger and pressed it against the pad of her nipple to move it around.
“Are you alright there?” she asked him with a disgruntled tone, lifting her head again to stare at him still laying his chin against her stomach.
“Yes, very. I am quite content.”
He poked the side of her breast to watch it fold and push towards the centre of her chest.How can they be both firm and yielding at the same time?
He was thoroughly enjoying himself, enjoying touching them, touching her.
She sighed when he brought his other hand up to mirror the first, caressing his fingertips once more.
“I am hungry.”
“Eat later, play now.”
He used the pads of his thumbs this time to press against the flat plane of her nipples when he wrapped the rest of his hands around her breasts to knead them. He felt them swirl, yet they were firm when he squeezed.
She made a noise of irritation, but he could smell that her dulled scent of arousal was growing again from his attention. He brought his body higher so he could bring one of those rose peaks into his mouth, his eyes remaining on her face while he did.
She released a soft breath while the bridge of her nose pinked with desire. Her eyelids drooped, the sparkle of blue in her irises seeming to grow.
She likes them being played with.
He hadn’t known this since he hadn’t given them such attention.
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