Seventeen

The feeling of being touched, stroked, and gripped in multiple places at once was a new sensation. One that would take time to get used to. Somehow he seemed to control the air, bending it to his will into warm hands, to touch more of me without it being overwhelming. Without feeling like there was more than just the two of us.

I would honestly be able to say that I wasn't disappointed by the development. Nothing was left out. As he continued to pepper my neck with kisses while his fingers pumped in and out of me, he was also able to stimulate my nipples and grab my ass. It was incredible.

I felt myself building, my nails planting firmly into his shoulders. It had to have been the fastest I had ever gotten off, but then he stopped, and my eyes popped open.

"Do you feel that? The way that your body yearns for me. The way your magic calls out to mine. This is more than the bond." He slowly began to pump in and out of me again, just enough to keep me on edge, but not enough to distrac