Dax stops licking me, and I groan in frustration. “Time to flip you over.” He doesn’t even give me a warning as his shadows flip me onto my back. The smoky tendrils holding my legs wide and spread as he grins at my needy pussy. I’m not sure when exactly Dax got naked, but I’m guessing when I was waiting for him to touch me. He’s devastatingly perfect. His chest is scattered with tattoos and chest hair. He’s muscular, but not in an overly cut way. I lick my lips as I take in every inch of him, including his perfect cock that curves up ever so slightly.

I meet Dax’s gaze, our eyes locking, and I know this is the moment I want my magic to come out. “Propius,” I whisper, flinging Dax’s body into mine. He has to use his hands to catch himself on the part of the bench that was previously holding my forearms. The bench groans from the sudden movement, rocking us backward as his body weight crushes against mine.

Dax groans, bringing his lips to mine. The kiss is hard and passionate, our tongues fighting for dominance. His shadows squeeze my thighs as his hands hold my torso tightly. Dax kisses down my jaw and teasingly tugs on one of my nipple piercings with his teeth before sucking the erect nipple into his warm mouth. The glide of the head of his cock against my wetness makes me moan. He smirks as he thrusts into me brutally, causing the bench to creak.

No one else in the room exists. It’s just Dax and me as he fills my pussy and holds me with his magic. I scrape my nails through his hair as he enters in and out of me. He has one hand holding my throat lightly while he uses the other to rub my clit.

“Need to feel you come on my cock, little witch,” he says, tightening his hold on my throat, making my eyes roll back as my orgasm hits me hard. His shadows hold steady as my legs shake and I grip his length. The hand on my throat loosens as I come down from my release. Dax’s green eyes watching in awe as perspiration covers both of our bodies and we pant lightly. “I want another one, pet.” I think I die just a little.

Dax looks over at someone in the audience. I can’t even look away from Dax. He’s the center of everything right now. It’s only when the Reaper from earlier hands him a toy do I realize he somehow communicated to the man what he wanted.

The buzzing breaks my attention, and I watch as Dax places the wand on my overstimulated, swollen clit. I lurch as soon as the device touches me and he smiles. His thrusts have slowed, but he still fucks me deeply with each one.