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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The moans from the rather inexperienced woman beneath him was all too rewarding. His own needs were rising as his flesh hardened. Her innocence fuelled him; not only with her magic, but in bed. Oh, he wanted to taint every inch of her, turn her into his own petite toy. A chuckle almost escaped him as he glanced up to notice her slight pout, it nearly warmed his heart. To see that need, it was incredible. Every. Single. Time. No matter how many times he saw it, Alistair never grew tired of knowing how much he was desired. "Good girl," His gravel-like tone only grew more coarse as he felt his need slamming into him, oh he wanted nothing more than to ravage her. However, he needed to keep a firm focus, he needed her to realize she could be distracted and allow her magic to subside; it was responding to her and only her.<br/>
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His fingers were working inside her tight walls until he heard a soft word escape her lips which coaxed his brow to rise. He knew she was focusing on her magic again. Well, she apologized immediately which showed she did genuinely want to behave, but he had rules. "You do that again and I'm going to put you over my knee, do you understand? Don't focus on your body, focus on the pleasure. It's going to be hard, and you're going to be scared it's going to get out of control," The male with drew his fingers from inside of her, taking a moment to run his tongue along his firm digits and causing a hungry growl to vibrate from within him. She was like honey. "That's why I'm here." The dark haired male focused on her hands for a moment. Swiftly, he shifted to rise his back up as he shifted his form to lean upon his knees. Large, strong hands unfastened his belt. Alistair tore the leather belt from his jeans and gazed toward the female. "I could look into your mind and see your desires, but I'm going to go by feel. If I do anything you don't like, you tell me. In a loud, focused voice." He would never abuse a woman, and he needed her to know she was safe. Even if he had an unorthodox way to deal with her problem.<br/>
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Slowly, he began to edge up along his body. It wasn't difficult to loom over her as he eased his legs around her figure, enabling him to bend down toward her arms. The leather traced over her flesh before he took her arms and eased them over her head. "When you worry, your magic seeps out. Do you feel mine? The gentle pulse, it's barely there. I choose to release it, and we're going to give you the same control." With a gentle tug, he slipped the belt around her upper arms, tightening it just enough to make it difficult for her to move them before fastening it. "If you want more pleasure, you're going to be good and keep your arms here, understand?"<br/>
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Alistair eased down her body, straightening his legs as he went. "If you keep getting distracted, I might have to give you something bigger than my fingers." One hand slipped along the back of her thigh, his firm grasp rose her up slightly as it travelled to her hip, his digits almost pressing harshly into her skin. As if linked with his words, his free hand slipped down and forced two strong fingers back inside of her tight walls. A primal growl began to release from his lips as he began to thrust his fingers viciously into her. There was no relenting, no release. If she drew close to her climax, he slowed and stopped. "I need to know how much you want this, little fae." His words were clearly huskier than before, his own needs were seeping into his actions. The way he wanted to make her beg and plead. He eased his head down to fasten against her slick flesh, this time lapping the sensitive nub with his large, firm tongue. It was only for a moment though, he soon returned to his method of torture by circling her delicious swollen flesh as his fingers delved inside of her. <br/>
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Slowly, he rose his head from her before gazing up to find her eyes as he crudely licked his lips. "Focus on me, right now. I want you to focus on letting your magic seep onto me." He knew that he could control his own power, he could ease it to allow hers to touch him. And so, he did. He wanted to see her focus it, then he knew there was hope of control. "Just look at me, imagine a light pouring out of you and brushing onto me. You'll feel the way it leaves you, it may feel strange but don't stop. If you stop, I'll stop." His fingers kept their assault, feeling the way she was getting wetter. It was intoxicating. The purpose of him continuing was to keep her from panic. </span>