into the vessel on the nightstand and coated it with ceremonial oil. He penetrated her anus with the full length of his finger.
Her pussy muscles contracted sharply, grabbing his cock in convulsive waves of orgasmic release. He quickly gave up all attempts at control and allowed the spasms to shudder through his body as spurts of cum shot into her pussy.
Devon remained slumped across Raina’s back, his spent cock still inside her pussy and his finger embedded in her ass. They each slowly regained their composure, their breathing finally returning to normal.
He reluctantly withdrew both his dick and his finger and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. The kiss started gentle and tender, becoming more intense as it filled with emotion—an emotion he felt far more deeply than he intended. A depth of emotion he hadn’t been prepared for, one he had to admit frightened him in its enormity.
Raina broke off the kiss and melted into his embrace, reveling in the special warmth of simply being held in his arms. He cradled her head against his shoulder as he tenderly caressed her body.
She had never met anyone like Devon. His power as a High Priest went without saying. His strength of character, personal integrity, and magnetism were equally impressive. The silver aura consistently surrounding him attested to that. How could Miranda have made all those disparaging remarks about him? It didn’t make any sense. But a lot of what her sister did and said didn’t make any sense. On numerous occasions, she wished they had been closer. She had tried to reach out to her sister, but it seemed that Miranda purposely rejected all her efforts.
That realization left her sad and emotionally wounded, something she had tried to come to terms with over the years. It also left her as confused as her scattered memories of her past. But somehow being nestled in Devon’s embrace went a long way toward easing the pain of her sister’s rejection. She had never felt closer to anyone than she did to him at that moment. Was she reading something into the situation that wasn’t there? She had asked him to tutor her in sex magick. Was she trying to project her own growing emotional attachment for him onto the intimacy of their physical interactions? She needed to keep the reality of the situation firmly in mind.
His lips brushed softly against her forehead, pulling her from her thoughts. “We need to talk about today.”
She jerked to attention, his words striking at the heart of her concerns. “Oh…of course, I understand. You have plans for today…obligations.” She attempted to extricate herself from his arms. “Someone of your position must also have business to deal with as well as coven responsibilities to address prior to the Samhain gathering.”
To her surprise, he refused to let go of her. “Slow down. You’re understanding me too quickly. Let me tell you what I have in mind.” He placed a tender kiss on her lips. “The only clothes you have here consist of one long slinky black evening gown and a pair of bikini panties. So, first on the list is clothes. We’ll teleport to your house so you can get whatever clothes and personal items you’ll need for the next few days.”
Had she heard him correctly? For the next few days ? Was that an invitation to spend all their time together prior to the gathering? Something personal existing beyond her asking him to tutor her? “I’m…uh…I don’t know what to say. Are you asking… suggesting that we—”
He placed his fingertips against her lips, stopping her words. “I’m simply stating that I want to spend this time with you and hope that’s something you would also enjoy.”
A tender warmth spread through her body followed by a quick rush of excitement. “Yes…I’d like that very much.” She needed to be careful and not make wild assumptions. Keep her growing emotions under control. But even while her conscious thoughts tempered her exuberance with caution, the
Her pussy muscles contracted sharply, grabbing his cock in convulsive waves of orgasmic release. He quickly gave up all attempts at control and allowed the spasms to shudder through his body as spurts of cum shot into her pussy.
Devon remained slumped across Raina’s back, his spent cock still inside her pussy and his finger embedded in her ass. They each slowly regained their composure, their breathing finally returning to normal.
He reluctantly withdrew both his dick and his finger and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. The kiss started gentle and tender, becoming more intense as it filled with emotion—an emotion he felt far more deeply than he intended. A depth of emotion he hadn’t been prepared for, one he had to admit frightened him in its enormity.
Raina broke off the kiss and melted into his embrace, reveling in the special warmth of simply being held in his arms. He cradled her head against his shoulder as he tenderly caressed her body.
She had never met anyone like Devon. His power as a High Priest went without saying. His strength of character, personal integrity, and magnetism were equally impressive. The silver aura consistently surrounding him attested to that. How could Miranda have made all those disparaging remarks about him? It didn’t make any sense. But a lot of what her sister did and said didn’t make any sense. On numerous occasions, she wished they had been closer. She had tried to reach out to her sister, but it seemed that Miranda purposely rejected all her efforts.
That realization left her sad and emotionally wounded, something she had tried to come to terms with over the years. It also left her as confused as her scattered memories of her past. But somehow being nestled in Devon’s embrace went a long way toward easing the pain of her sister’s rejection. She had never felt closer to anyone than she did to him at that moment. Was she reading something into the situation that wasn’t there? She had asked him to tutor her in sex magick. Was she trying to project her own growing emotional attachment for him onto the intimacy of their physical interactions? She needed to keep the reality of the situation firmly in mind.
His lips brushed softly against her forehead, pulling her from her thoughts. “We need to talk about today.”
She jerked to attention, his words striking at the heart of her concerns. “Oh…of course, I understand. You have plans for today…obligations.” She attempted to extricate herself from his arms. “Someone of your position must also have business to deal with as well as coven responsibilities to address prior to the Samhain gathering.”
To her surprise, he refused to let go of her. “Slow down. You’re understanding me too quickly. Let me tell you what I have in mind.” He placed a tender kiss on her lips. “The only clothes you have here consist of one long slinky black evening gown and a pair of bikini panties. So, first on the list is clothes. We’ll teleport to your house so you can get whatever clothes and personal items you’ll need for the next few days.”
Had she heard him correctly? For the next few days ? Was that an invitation to spend all their time together prior to the gathering? Something personal existing beyond her asking him to tutor her? “I’m…uh…I don’t know what to say. Are you asking… suggesting that we—”
He placed his fingertips against her lips, stopping her words. “I’m simply stating that I want to spend this time with you and hope that’s something you would also enjoy.”
A tender warmth spread through her body followed by a quick rush of excitement. “Yes…I’d like that very much.” She needed to be careful and not make wild assumptions. Keep her growing emotions under control. But even while her conscious thoughts tempered her exuberance with caution, the
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