Page 251 of Cursed Evermore

Her gaze dipped to my cock. And just like that, I was undone.

“I like that.” Her pale skin flushed pink, and she bit the inside of her lip.

“Touch me, mage.” A wicked smile curled across my lips. It widened when her shyness returned and she looked up at me with those innocent eyes, like she didn't know whether to run or fall to her knees.

She took a step closer, reached out, and glided her fingers over my length.

Fuck.

My body jerked like she'd struck a live nerve. Heat bolted through my spine, and my lungs locked. I hadn't expected her to touch me like that. Soft and slow, as if she wanted to memorize the shape of me.

My cock twitched beneath her fingers, aching for more, and I clenched my jaw to keep from thrusting into her palm like some desperate, feral thing.

She continued stroking, oblivious to what she was doing to me.

I held back a groan, barely keeping control. Her fingers curled around me, bolder now, but she stopped herself. I caught her hand and wrapped it fully around my aching length, guiding her strokes with mine.

“Just like that,” I breathed, voice raw. “You can touch me like this whenever you want... but what I really want is that mouth of yours on my cock.”

“I've… never done that before.” Her voice trembled. So did her hand.

I gave her a sharp look filled with menace. “Then let me teach you.” I tightened my grip around her hand, my voice droppinglower. “I'll teach you how to please me.Every. Fucking. Way. Get on your knees.”

I released her hand. Her lips parted on a shallow breath, but she didn't speak.

Instead, she sank to her knees without breaking eye contact, and gods, the sight of her like this—kneeling before me, lips trembling, eyes wide with anticipation—I'd never seen anything more perfect in my life.

Her fingers shook as they rested on my thighs, her gaze flicking up to mine with that same mix of fear and fascination I'd seen in her the night we met.

I cupped her face, ran my thumb over her bottom lip, and let the moment hang between us like smoke.

“Good girl,” I murmured. “Now, open that mouth for me.”

She opened her mouth like an obedient servant, and I let my cock slide between her parted lips. I watched her eyes flutter closed as she took me in.

“That's it,” I whispered, brushing her hair back from her face. “Just like that, Ziyka. Let me feel how good your mouth can be.”

That was all the direction she needed. She hollowed her cheeks, swirled her tongue over the head of my cock, and took me deeper into her hot little mouth.

Her lashes fluttered, and I caught her eyes, watching as determination flickered through her shyness, and she began to suck harder, bolder.

Gods, I nearly lost my fucking mind.

My hands threaded through her hair, guiding her rhythm as I rocked into her, thrusting deep into her mouth.

I went slow at first, letting her adjust to my length. But I couldn't hold back for long. Not with her looking like that. Not with the hot, wet pull of her tongue stealing every last shard of my control.

Pleasure rocketed through me. And those eyes, wide and glistening, said everything her lips couldn't.

Maybe that's what undid me more than anything. The way she offered herself to me. Not as my captive. But as a goddess. One who was worshiping my cock like it was sacred.

She gripped my thighs tighter, bracing herself as I pounded harder. “Fuck, mage,” I gritted, my fingers tightening in her hair. “You're going to ruin me.”

I thrust deeper, groaning when she moaned around me. That sweet, aching sound vibrated straight through my cock and down to my bones. She took me again and again, her mouth a furnace, her tongue a torment.

Her inexperience made it all the more perfect. She was learning me. Letting me teach her. And she fucking devoured me.

I pounded into her mouth hard and deep, then faster, chasing that crest, watching her take what I gave her and wanting it.