Page 90 of Tricky Magic
She whimpered into his mouth. He broke from her, wanting a response.
“More,” she said roughly. “Do some demon thing.”
His eyes darkened, and he smirked at her. “Do that thing with the clothes and I’ll show you a trick of mine.”
So she did; in the blink of an eye, they were naked in the forest and their clothes hung from a nearby tree. They still stood wrapped around each other, her back against a tree. She smirked up at him. “Your turn.”
He kissed her softly on the lips and pulled her hands away from his neck, reaching them over her head.
“If you tell me to stop, I will stop.” He kissed her lightly again. “Okay?”
She nodded yes. She was too excited to speak.
“Let me hear you say it.” He tugged on her arms.
There was resistance, and when she looked up, her wrists were coiled in shadows. She tugged and they didn’t budge. They kissed lightly at her skin but didn’t hurt like ropes or chains would. Her heart raced as she looked back at Ros. His eyes had gone wholly dark and wild with lust.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
He smiled and stepped out from her legs. She hung there by her wrists. Her feet were dangling a couple feet above the ground, and excitement vibrated through her. A cool autumn breeze caressed her bare skin, and she shivered.
“I’ve wanted to do that to you since the night you kicked my ass in the woods.” He walked around her and the tree, not touching her.
“You let me kick your ass.”
“Mm,” was his only reply as he stopped his circle and stood in front of her.
The wait was torture. She wanted to be touched, needed to be touched.
“Are you going to do anything?” she asked with a smirk. “Or just stand there?”
He arched a brow at her, and she felt something creep along her ankle. She couldn’t see it from where she hung, but she could feel it winding around her. It made its way around her calf, her thigh, and when it got to the apex of her thighs, it caressed her sex, sliding through it in a long, slow sweep. Her moan was more a gasp of shock at the feel of it. Then it continued winding up her body, her stomach and then her breasts. She looked down to see a ribbon of shadow dancing along her peaked nipples.
Her breath picked up as she felt another shadow wind around her throat and then a third weaving around her thighs, running through them and caressing her continuously. The constant cool touch against her heated flesh was the best kind of torture.
“To see you strung up like this,” he said as he let his hand travel across his stomach. He grasped his cock in his hand and slowly pumped it. “To see my shadows dance across your pale skin. It’s too hard to take.”
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, watching him.
“Do you like watching me fuck my hand while you can’t do anything?” He continued to slowly jerk himself, and her mouth went dry, watching his abs flex, seeing how hard he gripped himself.
She began to shake as she felt two shadows grasp her ankles, bringing them up so she was open and bare before Ros. He stopped his hand as he took in the sight.
“Please,” she asked breathlessly. The shadows around her neck were not restricting her breathing, but they held her there. The thought of what they could do made her desperate with need.
“You seem to become so polite when you are desperate for my cock.” He slowly jerked himself again and took a step toward her.
She needed him inside her, but only a shadow danced harder through her, kissing at her soaked entrance.
“Look how wet you are,” he moaned as he pumped himself hard again. “I bet you could take all of me in one thrust with how much you are dripping.”
She nodded as best she could as the shadow around her neck held her still.
“Would you like that, princess?” He took another step toward her. The shadows picked up their pace, and her legs shook. “Would you like me to shove my cock into that pretty pussy and see how much you can take?”
She nodded violently as she felt a tingle caress her thighs. She was going to come from only his dirty words and his shadows. He took another step toward her, and she felt herself clench, desperate to be filled.
“Will you look at that…” he said. “Are you going to come? And only from my shadows dancing through your wet pussy.” He grasped her face with his free hand, and his breath danced across her lips. “You naughty little witch.”
