Page 127 of Bitten By the Fae
“We’re both aware that this is happening,” I added.
She nodded again and repeated, “Okay.”
“Do I have your permission to continue?”
She paused, considering me for a long moment before dipping her chin once. “Yes.”
“Good.” Because I needed this to be mutual, not one-sided.
“Only, I’m confused,” she admitted against my mouth just as I was about to kiss her again.
“Confused about what?” I asked her softly, my lips skating over hers with each word.
Her blue eyes held mine, her brow furrowing. Yet her pulse escalated. She clearly wanted me. It was her mind giving us trouble now. “In class earlier, you?—”
“No, Aflora,” I cut in, knowing what she wanted to discuss. “What I demand of you during a lesson in the classroom will never overlap with what I require from you in the bedroom. They are two different entities, entirely separate. I’m Headmaster Zephyrus during Academy hours. And after them, I’m just Zeph.”
She swallowed, her pupils dilating. “Just Zeph.”
“Can you handle that?”
Another nod, this one slightly shallower but accompanied by a heated glance that confirmed her yearning rivaled mine. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Then I can proceed?”
“Yes,” she said again.
I smiled.Brilliant.“No more talking unless it’s to tell me how good you feel beneath my tongue.” I captured her mouth and swallowed the sweet little noise she made in response to my command.
That little noise blossomed into a moan as I ran my palms up her sides, exploring her supple curves.
Aflora was feminine perfection, soft in all the right places with a warrior’s heart underneath. I felt it beat against my handas I cupped her breast, my thumb flicking her rosy bud and drawing more of those intriguing sounds from her lips.
Fuck, I adored a responsive woman.
And Aflora was definitely that.
She didn’t shy away from her pleasure, her nipples tightening in eagerness and invitation. I licked a path down her neck to her collarbone and lower to take one of the stiff peaks into my mouth. She threaded her fingers through my hair in an attempt to hold me there. I bit her hard in response, my gaze capturing her wounded one as I growled low in my throat.
She stiffened, her fuckable mouth parting in confusion.
“Did I give you permission to release the headboard, Aflora?” I asked her.
“N-no,” she stammered.
“Then I suggest you grab it again—right now—hold on, and don’t let go until I tell you otherwise.”
She quickly gripped the wood, her throat working as she managed to reply, “Sorry.”
I smiled against her abused breast. “Oh, darling, you’re not sorry. Not really. But if you release that headboard again, you will well and truly be sorry.”
Orgasm denial was a favorite pastime of mine, and I excelled at it. She’d be in tears before the end of my torment, begging to come, and then I wouldn’t stop until she begged me to stop.
Her grip tightened around the headboard, her cheeks going a little white.
The exact opposite of what I wanted to see from her.
And precisely why we would be taking our time getting to know each other.
