Page 157 of Twisted Ties

Damn.

“And who did you imagine while you did it? Who were you imagining?” I say, as I work my fingers inside her pussyand my magic against her sensitive little nub. “A man like me?”

She opens her eyes to stare up into mine. Her mouth falls open, color sweeps over her face and she moans. She looks so vulnerable when she comes, that steely mask of hers falling away and revealing the true girl beneath. The one I want to know.

“Yes,” she says. “A man like you.”

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“Will you fuck me now, Professor?”she asks.

I splash water at her face.

“You’re so impatient, Miss Blackwaters. Did you never learn, good things come to those who wait? Now lean forward.”

She huffs but folds over, wrapping her hands around her legs and resting her cheek on her knees. She watches me, her eyes swimming with satisfaction and her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm. I swim the sponge across the skin of her beautiful back.

“I was looking for you this evening,” I say. “I was debating whether to call Azlan. Thought you may have run away again.”

“I was walking. Thinking and walking. It’s how I ended up ambushed by Summer and her gang.”

I frown. I’m going to find my own way to deal with that girl. “Thinking? Sounds serious.”

“I wasn’t thinking about you, Jerk-face,” she mutters.

“Miss Blackwaters,” I say, ignoring the insult, “let’s not pretend you aren’t always thinking about me, when we both know you are.”

“Just because you can’t stop thinking about me, Professor, does not mean I’m thinking of you.”

“When you send me pictures like you did this afternoon, can you blame me?” Fuck, that picture. It’s all I’ve been thinking of.

Her scent is tantalizing in my senses, like I’m already drowning in her and her soft hair tickles against my face as I rub her shoulders.

Fuck, I can’t help myself anymore.

Her magic hums in the air and mine rises to meet it, twisting and twirling with hers in some seductive dance I want to emulate.

“I am thinking about you,” I say. “I am thinking about you all the time.”

I reach into the bath and gather her, sopping wet, into my arms again. Her breath hitching.

“Wh-wh-what are you doing?” she whispers.

“Fuck the waiting. I’m taking you to bed,” I say, my voice so dark, it makes her shiver. And fuck, if that doesn’t make me harder still.

I stumble through the doorway, and into my bedroom. I can hear the thump of her heart and the whistle of her breath. I drop her down onto the mattress. Her hair spreads out in a fan around her head, and my eyes fall to the milky skin of her soft thighs.

I lean down and kiss her there, her skin damp, trailingmy hands up her long legs, feel as she squirms beneath me, her breaths turning needy.

At the apex of her legs, I pause. I smell something different. Something masculine. I dip my finger inside her again. Now she’s no longer in the water, I can feel her better. She’s wet and sticky.

“Azlan,” I mutter.

“Yes,” she says, “we … we used a barrier spell. You …” Her fingers stroke through my hair. “You could use one too. You could come inside me.”

I close my eyes. The want is so fierce, it’s almost painful. I want that. I want what he has. I want to come deep inside her beautiful pussy.