Chapter 30
FIRST TIME’S A CHARM
Kat
Oh, my gods, I’m doing this. I’m really doing this.
Well, I’m thinking about doing this while Azrion is kissing me, and I’m missing out on the kissing. I should really focus on that, and that ticklish thing he’s doing with his tongue…
Ah! I’m really doing this!
Kat broke away from Azrion’s mouth and looked around the studio. Outside, rain pelted the windows and thunder rumbled. “Shouldn’t we find a bed?”
“If that’s what you want,” he said from below her.
She pursed her lips. “Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?”
“I don’t think we’re supposed to do anything Though, I’ll probably get a little better leverage here on the floor.” He lifted his hips and consequently her upward.
She shrieked and fell forward, and he covered her mouth with a kiss that silenced the fretting. Then his hand traveled down between her legs already spread around his hips, and thoughts about a bed or really anything were right out.
Her senses took over, the smell of the rain still lingering, tainted now with paint and fresh canvas.
The air was cold where her wet shift lay against her skin, but his chest was hot, and with only a little effort he relieved her of her underwear so he could fully use the slicker wetness between her thighs.
He rumbled noises in her ear in response to the ones she made as her tongue lapped at his, and then he groaned them out longer and louder when she slipped her hand inside his pants and stroked him. Her body felt alive and ready.
“Do you mind?” he asked, hands skimming her thighs to tug at her shift.
She let him pull it off, leaving her naked under the dim purple lanterns of his studio.
She had been afraid he might do exactly this, that he might finally get all her clothes off and stare at her, but when it happened, that anticipatory fear never actualized.
Azrion had never looked at her with anything but admiration from the second he walked into the post weeks ago.
It was wholly unique, and she didn’t know when she decided it wasn’t a ruse, but it overwhelmed her now how real it was.
Azrion rolled her to her back and trailed his mouth down her chest, stopping to lap at her nipples and bring them to tight, painful peaks.
His attention was meticulous, fangs gently skimming, and she threw her arms overhead to let him fully explore without interruption.
Claws were dragged delicately down her sides, tracing the shape of her hips as he kissed her stomach and finally made it between her legs.
The rush of a tongue encircling her bud would never get old, a wave of pleasure rising through her body to dizzy her head. It pushed her hard and fast toward a climax that she fought instead to savor. Then there was pressure, and the distraction of his tongue was wonderful but not quite enough.
“Is this all right?” he asked, lifting up and peering along her body as his fingers pet her entrance.
Kat nodded, knees falling apart, and then he eased his finger inside as he returned to worshiping her with his mouth. She drew in a slow inhale, surprised the pain was so slight, and then there was an odd sort of wiggle inside her, and she nearly lost control of the undoing she’d been holding onto.
Azrion chuckled, the vibration against her skin making her squirm with delight. “So you do have something inside you as well,” he said, and there was another gentle wiggle and another twitchy response, her hips bucking.
He sat back, black eyes roving all over her body as he slowly tormented her with gentle thrusts. She watched the sinew of his arm with every small movement, feeling obscene at how on display she was but not caring because she wanted… “More.”
Azrion’s brow cocked in that way she saw so often.
There was additional pressure, and she felt herself widen, eyes, mouth, everything.
Her legs tensed and relaxed, never fully falling as her toes did the same, and she arched off the floor, holding back and keeping him out while wanting him inside all the same.
“Beautiful Katarina,” he said, and his other hand joined in, stroking her nub and drawing out little cries with each leisurely caress. “Tell me what you like, darling.”
“That,” she said simply between sharp inhales, heat growing in her face and between her legs.
“What exactly?”
She swallowed, eyes closing. “When you touch me.”
“Like this?” he asked, the next thrust of his fingers deeper and faster.
“Yes!” she arched quickly, and every muscle tightened, and then his mouth fell on her breast, and she screamed under the bevy of sensations.
Beneath him she writhed freely, hips meeting his hands, but still it wasn’t enough.
“I want all of you,” she finally huffed down at his horns as he lavished her other nipple.
Azrion peeked up at her, and the sensations all stopped, tongue and hands withdrawing. “You’re sure, darling?”
She appreciated his concern but hated having to rethink each time, especially now as a jumble of them ran through her mind, but at least there was the reassuring one that she’d been religiously taking that contraceptive tonic from Aofe.
He could have seen it even if she didn’t say a word, but he still moved upward to peer into her face.
Kat put a hand on his chest, neither pushing him away nor drawing him nearer.
“I’m just afraid it’s going to hurt.” Her eyes flicked down the length of him, still half dressed, cock straining against his pants.
“I don’t even like getting poked when I’m sewing, and you’re a little bigger than a needle. ”
He coughed out a laugh. “Thank you for the boost of confidence, darling.”
“Okay, it’s a lot bigger.”
He grinned at the disdainful look she managed to pull off. “What would you say if I told you I might have something that would help?”
Her mind raced again, trying to come up with the possibilities, but they were all rather frightening. “I would say, I wish you hadn’t said if or might.”
Azrion waggled his brows and got to his feet.
He strode away from her to the window seat, and she couldn’t help but tip her head and admire the long length of him moving so gracefully, tail gently swishing, ass marvelous in tight, soaked pants.
He collected a few pillows and snatched up a small jar from a shelf.
“I’m an extremely talented magician, remember? ”
He handed off the jar when he returned, then arranged the pillows under her limbs as she tried to read the runes.
She recognized bits of them, a line here for pain relief and another there for calming—those had been symbols she was most interested in when studying.
Sitting up, she began to open the lid, but the rune on its top glowed into life with a brilliant purple.
“Magic?” she asked, though the answer was obvious.
“Only if you’re comfortable with it. I use this when my hands and shoulders get tight from painting. It wasn’t made for this exactly, so I can’t promise the same result, but plenty of demons use it internally, so it won’t hurt.”
Kat nodded and gave him back the glowing jar, leaning into the cushions he’d brought over.
Softness enveloped her as he shifted between her legs again, and then her backside was quickly scooped up and placed on another pillow.
The movement made her gasp and then giggle, and some of the tenseness was chased away.
Azrion dipped his finger into the jar and brought his hand to her opening.
She felt him drawing a shape—a rune, she would bet because he wasn’t focusing so much on her pleasure but precise, odd movements.
Then he trailed his finger over her inner thighs, the mounded skin between them, beneath her center, and then finally dipped inside her.
She squeezed herself around his finger, feeling the new slickness. He abandoned the jar and leaned over her, the heat of him so close a comfort as his lips caressed her neck and whispered magic into her skin.
Kat drew in a long breath as tingles and heat rushed over every inch of her skin.
His finger pumped in and out as her body loosened, tightness she didn’t even know she was holding onto easing away.
She never lost movement or control, she just became capable of relaxing.
There was wetness too, so much more of it than she’d ever experienced, coating her thighs and his hand as another finger slid inside.
Instead of tensing against it, Kat’s head rolled back, and she let out a deep moan.
“That’s good?” he checked as if her sounds weren’t enough.
She chuckled out something like confirmation.
“Tell me.”
“It’s very good,” she whispered.
“And what would you like me to do next?”
“Fuck me, Azrion. Put your cock inside me and fuck me.”
Azrion purred up against her throat, a sound of satisfaction and yearning both. He shifted beside her, and soon his pants were gone, and she hungrily gazed down to watch his length twitch and pulse as he fisted it with more salve from the jar.
He was atop her quickly, mouth crashing into hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, but she didn’t feel his body against hers. She mewled and lifted a leg, wrapping it over his hips, and the tip of him grazed her. She gasped, and so did he as their eyes met.
“Kat…”
She shook her head, wanting no more reassurances—needing no more. Her nose grazed his and then her lips, and with a careful kiss, he sank his hips down to meet hers.