Page 34 of Wicked Magik

This isn’t happening.

The rumbling in his chest grew louder and I squeezed my thighs together. My body was reacting to him in ways I couldn’t understand. My body wanted him, I wanted him to touch me, hold me, keep me close.

He was a person to me because I saw him as one. He was more than what he was perceived to be. The sweet way he took care of me, even if I was chained to his bed, it was because he just needed someone to see who he was.

And I was falling for all of it.

“We shouldn’t,” I whispered. “Oryx, you shouldn’t touch me like this.”

Oryx let out a low growl and used his strong arms to part my legs. I heard the chains jingle softly. "That's not what your mind is saying. You want me to touch you. I want to taste this; it smells delicious."

Oryx took another swipe with his tongue, parting my folds. He groaned and his jaws opened slightly. “Mmm, more. Must have more.”

“Fuck, yes, okay.”

Just once, one time will be okay, right?

“All the time,” Oryx replied as his tongue circled my clit. I cried out and his tail whipped around us to cover my mouth.

“Quiet, I don’t know if your voice is covered by the ward. Tell me, pet, do you like me tasting you? Does it… feel good to be touched here?”

I nodded and pushed my breasts up into the air.

I was going to hell.

“Mm, so wet. I need more of this scent, it's intoxicating.” He growled, plunging his tongue deep inside me with fervor. Imoaned loudly, my legs instinctively locking around his head. He hoisted my legs over his shoulders, pulling himself even closer, his face buried against me with an insatiable hunger.

His appetite for me seemed never ending, and I found myself surrendering to his desire. His tongue explored every fold, every delicate part of me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, eager for more of his touch.

Oryx's eye holes bore into me reflecting a primal hunger that sent a thrill down my spine. He was a creature of instinct, yet there was a tenderness in his actions that belied his brutal strength. His tail, still covering my mouth, muffled my cries as he continued to devour me, his growls vibrating against my flesh.

I reached down, tangling my fingers in his thick hair, holding him close as he brought me to the edge of ecstasy. My body tensed, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. Just as I was about to tumble over the edge, Oryx paused.

I whined.

"Can I have more?" he rumbled, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

I nodded eagerly, my breath coming in quick gasps.Please.

Oryx hummed and slurped, I saw his tongue come in and out of my body resuming its delicious torture.

Put your finger inside me.I thought.Gently, please gently, don’t rip me apart.

Oryx paused and bit off one of his claws to the nub of his finger and inserted it inside me. I gasped and thought about what I wanted him to do to me. He must have seen it inside his mind because he was licking my clit at the right speed and fucking my pussy with his finger just how I wanted it.

Jack pot.

Oryx twisted it with precision, striking a spot that sent a cascade of stars exploding before my eyes. I cried out, muffled by his tail, as my body convulsed uncontrollably, each wave of pleasure crashing over me with an overwhelming intensity that made my senses reel.

Yes, Oryx, yes.

Oryx growled in approval, his tongue and finger working in perfect harmony to draw out my orgasm. I felt my arousal leak out of my body, and Oryx had gone ravanus, forgetting to finger fuck me. He snarled. “You are so wet, feels good.”

I snapped my eyes open to find him thrusting his hips forcefully against the pillow, seeking pressure against his throbbing arousal.

What did it look like?

Oryx groaned again. “Squeeze it, yes. Want it squeezed.”