Pyromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 1)

“Where are you going?” he asked with a hint of darkness. “It better be to the bathroom, because if you think you’re going to run from this argument, you better think again. We’re going to settle this once and for all. You chose, Cle.”

“Did I?”

“Yeah. It was that simple.”

“Simple, huh?” She went down onto her knees in front of him.

Wariness slipped into his gray eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Let’s see how easy it is to resist,” she said, licking her lips as she stared up at him.

His Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “It’s cold on the floor.” He gripped her shoulders to drag her up. “Get up.”

She rested her hands on his thighs. “Not so brave now yourself, are you?”

He stilled. “Cle, I’m not joking.”

“You think I am?”

His jaw tightened. “You’re going to give me head to prove a point?”

She gave him a coquettish smile. “If you don’t want it, you can stop me. Self-control and all that, right? All you have to do is say the word and I’ll back off.”

He watched her from under his lashes, his jaw set into a hard line. “You’re making a mistake, little witch.”

The mistake would be his this time. He could also be weak. That was what she wanted to prove, or at least that was what she told herself. Yet she couldn’t deny the pulse that throbbed between her legs, the spark of perverse excitement when she thought about what she was about to do.

He didn’t stop her when she unfastened the drawstring of his sweatpants or reached for the waistband. He only sat there with a stony look as she cupped the bulge between his legs over the fabric. He was thick and long, long enough for his erection to reach his navel if she were to free it from where it was tenting his pants.

She pulled the elastic of his waistband down while holding his gaze. His eyes flared. He gripped the armrests, regarding her through hooded eyes as she dipped her hand inside and folded her fingers around his cock. He hissed when she squeezed. The reaction strengthened her sense of feminine power.

She lowered her head slowly, giving him ample time to tell her to stop. When he said nothing, she gripped the base in one hand and brought his thick length to her lips. He watched her narrowly as she swirled her tongue around the head, taking her time to taste him. He was earth and wildness, rain and frosted skies. She registered his essence, locking it away in the place where she guarded her most treasured memories. Despite everything, she loved his taste. Despite what this started out to be, she prayed he wouldn’t open his mouth and tell her to stop. She held her breath as she sucked him deeper, but he didn’t make a sound. He only gripped the armrests harder, his knuckles turning white when she dragged her tongue over his length. Even when she stretched her lips around him, swallowing as much as she could, he didn’t utter as much as a chirp. It was only when she hollowed her cheeks that a low groan escaped from deep in his chest.

Curling her tongue, she sucked harder, using her hand to stroke the part she couldn’t swallow. His breathing came faster. One more stroke, and he tilted his hips. The breeze picked up, blowing leaves around them, but she didn’t notice the cold. She only felt the heat that spread through her body and gathered between her legs. It reflected in the molten color of his silver eyes. When her hair blew in front of her face, he grasped it in a ponytail at the back of her neck. Wild need was written in his grimace.

She slowed her movement and released him with a pop from her mouth. “Want me to stop?”

“Fuck.” Twisting her hair around his fist, he pushed her back down, making her take him.

She smiled around his cock when he cursed again, victory blazing through her body even as her arousal made her swollen and her wetness made her slick.

The control was no longer hers. He was using her mouth, setting the pace. Going too deep, he made her gag, but there was no slowing down, no giving gentle consideration.

“Damn you, Cle,” he said through gritted teeth, the words both a curse and a caress. Then with warning and punishment, “I’m going to come in your mouth.”

Instead of pulling away like she should, she cupped his balls. Instead of letting him finish like a good girl, she finished it for him by raking her teeth over his length.

A string of curses flew from his lips. His cock grew thicker a moment before spurts of cum coated her tongue. She didn’t hesitate. She swallowed every drop. A sound of pleasure vibrated in his chest. She milked him with her lips until he was dry, until he yanked her away by her hair, letting his softening cock slip from her mouth.