Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“Are you comfortable?” I ask her. I’m sitting in the saddle, and she’s basically in my lap, the heft of her backside pressing against my cock, which is painfully stiff. I know she can feel it—I’m a tall man, and my cock is equally as impressive—but she doesn’t seem to mind. Still, I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. “If not, I can dismount and lead you.”
“No, it’s fine,” she says with a small shake of her head. Her voice is small and delicate, but there’s something else there. A rawness. Something carnal that makes my blood run hot.
Is it possible that she not only feels me and doesn’t mind but likes it?
I try to adjust myself just in case, but it’s impossible not to be turned on when she’s so close to me and after all the magic we just played with. “Are you sure you’re comfortable?”
“Yes,” she says softly. She leans back against me, and she adjusts her grip on the reins as Snowdrop plods along the path away from the stable. I lean forward slightly and put my hands over hers, holding them for a moment before I move them out of the way and take over the reins.
“I like to be in control, remember?” I murmur against her ear.
She smells heavenly. Like orchids and sex. I’m sure she’s not even aware that I can pick up on this, but when she was in that other place, her body was in a state of arousal. It’s not that I have preternatural senses normally, but I feel like having been inside her head—and having her inside of mine—has linked our bodies together. I can smell her provocation, feel the heat coming off her body. I figured it wasn’t her father she was looking for between the veils but someone else, someone that made her aroused.
I want to find out who it was that she was looking for, who she was thinking of.
I want to make her forget them.
“You don’t need to remind me,” she says, her voice a little breathless.
I move my nose to the nape of her neck. “Are you sure about that?”
Her breath hitches slightly, and I grin. I enjoy toying with her like this, playing these games, pretending that the energy we have when we’re together isn’t capable of becoming something powerful. I remember the dark feelings I saw in her head, that lust and arousal, and I want that from her. I want it to swallow us both. I can only pretend to be a proper teacher for so long before the urges come out to play. The urge to be her teacher in other ways.
I guide Snowdrop along the path that heads to the gates, and with each moment we approach them, I can’t help but fear what might happen once we pass through.
What if I don’t remember her at all? What if all my memory goes, not just of the magic I learned while at this school, but of the ritual tonight, and Vivienne Henry, and how Kat has been making me feel?
What if it doesn’t let me leave the school at all? What if there’s an invisible force that will hold me back and only let her return home?
I don’t want to lose her tonight. I don’t want to let her go.
“Who were you thinking about in the veils?” I ask her.
“W-what? Why?” Her body stiffens against me, which in turn makes my cock stiffen against her backside even more.
“Because I’m jealous,” I admit, my voice dropping. “I know you were thinking of someone that you’ve laid with. Someone who has touched you, made you come.” I whisper the last word.
She swallows audibly, shifts in her seat. The friction against my cock makes me let out a hiss of breath, my eyes closing for a moment, and I take one hand off the rein and reach for where the petticoats of her dress are bunched up at the front of the saddle.
“Does this disturb you?” I whisper into her hair. “That I know this? That it turns me on? That I want to do that to you?” I run my lips along her earlobe, and she shivers. She tastes like sunshine and flowers. “Would you like me to do that to you?”
She lets out a needy “Yes,” so faint that I barely hear it. But I know her body wants it too, her smell, the way she’s both tense and soft.
I slide my hand under the layers of her dress, my palm coasting over her drawers, up her thigh, until I meet where the fabric splits apart, lined with lace. “You can tell me to stop,” I murmur, my fingers inches away from her bare skin. The heat that’s coming off her is like an inferno.
“I won’t,” she says, leaning back against me, and I place my mouth on her upper neck, my lips kissing and sucking at her skin, reveling in the taste of her. She groans, and when I slide my forefinger along where she’s so slick and warm, her groan deepens, her chest rising and falling with heavy breath. “God, please.”