Page 111 of Rituals & Rivalry

She’s already falling apart; I finger her through it, grunting as she clenches around me. That could be my cock—should be my cock—but I keep going until she’s still. She drops the toy, and it vibrates beneath her, only to be replaced by my hand. I rub her clit in slow, soft circles.

“How does that feel?” I whisper. “Sensitive?”

“Yes.”

“Poor angel.” I rub my fingers harder. “But you like this, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, sir.”

I groan and move onto my side next to her, and she rolls onto her back, where I can see her face—the smile she’s wearing, the wetness around her eyes, and how completely blissed out she looks. Divine. Perfect.

“Are you going to fuck me yet?”

“Your impatience is exactly what got you here.” I lift her leg and press my tip against her cunt. “Are you sure you don’t want to ask me more nicely?”

“Hm… no.”

“Brat. Terror.”

Mine.

But for how much longer will she be mine?

The thought threatens to yank me out of the moment, but I don’t let it. I kiss her as I push inside, filling her with everything I have.

“Please.” She’s still shaking around me, but I don’t give her a moment of relief, pounding her hard.

“What?” I taunt. “You can’t take any more?”

“Need more.”

“What more could you need?” I slip my fingers in, letting them join my cock. “Is this what you need? Gods. So needy. Want to be fucked and full, don’t you?”

She whimpers rather than answering, her eyes rolling up until they shut.

“None of that. Look at me.”

And she does. It’s so different from our first time together, different from every time that came next, when she stares deep into my eyes. I can feel her everywhere, all around me.

We shatter together.

It’s rare for me to feel my magic strongly these days, except in times like these. When she comes, the cord that anchors her to life flickers, and for a moment, I see myself losing her.

Losing everything.

But she’s back, inhaling a shaking breath, never really gone at all.

I hold her close to my chest.

“Gods,” she whispers. “What was that?”

“What?” I chuckle softly.

“You just—no one makes me come like you do. Not even my toys.”

“To be fair, the toy helped this time.” I grab the toy—still vibrating—from under us, turn it off, and toss it off the bed.

“Hey. That was expensive.”