Chapter 104
Alnazir found her deception both irritating and infuriating. If she hadn’t been the witch he cherished and cared for, he would have punished her on the spot.
“Fay, you’re holding my hand, so the rule about not touching might as well be meaningless now. Just give me permission to do whatever I want.”
At the moment, the only thing he could do was protest the unfairness of her words and actions. When he glared at her with narrowed eyes, Fay merely curled the corner of her lips into a faint smile.
“No.”
It was infuriating, but the way she smiled was so beautiful that Alnazir suddenly felt the urge to smack his own head. Maybe then the storm of emotions she had stirred up inside him would settle down.
But even that impulse had to be abandoned. To hit his head, he would first have to shake off her hand.
Fay quietly watched the man grinding his teeth as he suppressed every desire and impulse. Slowly she began to move, lifting and lowering her hips just a little, rubbing herself from the inside.
“Ah… it feels hotter than before.”
Maybe it felt that way because it had been a while. Or maybe it was because the witch teasing him had made him angry enough to heat his blood. Either way, Fay enjoyed the way the hot hardness inside her pressed against her belly.
She rubbed against the most pleasant spots and let out short breaths.
Each time she did, Alnazir either shut his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth, or glared at her while breathing heavily with excitement.
Meeting his blazing golden eyes sometimes sent chills down her spine. But Fay knew that no matter how fiercely he stared, he couldn’t do anything to her right now.
Even while burning with anger, he was so afraid of hurting her that he couldn’t even grab her properly. His thick fingers trembled helplessly as they pointed stiffly toward the ceiling.
No matter how powerful the invoked was, there was no need to fear him. He came because your voice called him.
Her godmother’s advice—which had never helped her much before—finally made sense now as she repeated it in her mind to steady herself.
“Lord Al, do you love me?”
“‘Love’ isn’t enough to describe what I feel for you.”
“Then add more words and explain it.”
“If I had to put it into the closest terms… I want to make you mine. And I never want to lose you.”
Fay made a quiet humming sound and lowered the hand that held his. She had suspected as much ever since he said she didn’t need any other invoked. As expected, he was a man with strong possessive instincts.
“So you’re saying you’re going to become obsessed with me?”
“And I want you to be obsessed with me too.”
“Me?”
“Fay, don’t you want me to love you?”
“That sounds more like Lord Al’s wish than mine.”
“You asked whether I loved you because you wanted me too.”
Fay rolled her eyes, avoiding the answer, then glanced at him. When she hesitated, his expression relaxed as if he had taken that as confirmation.
He wasn’t entirely wrong. But she didn’t like the way he looked so smug while being pinned beneath such a trivial witch.
So Fay lowered his hand and placed it against her waist.
“Don’t move it.”
After warning him, she began feeling along his side.
“Can’t you pull out another tentacle from somewhere around here?”
“I can pull one out from anywhere. I can even detach it.”
Detach it?
Fay didn’t quite understand what he meant. But what she needed right now wasn’t a tentacle that fell off like a lizard’s tail. She needed one properly attached to his body, one that could still feel.
When she asked for one, Alnazir silently split the skin at his side and extended a tentacle. He had a bad feeling about it, but the words ‘witch’s command’ and ‘it’s my birthday today’ forced him to surrender.
Fay took the tentacle she wanted and stroked it with both hands before slipping it inside her blouse. She wriggled it under the fabric and wrapped it once around her waist.
“What are you trying to do?”
She had said he wasn’t allowed to touch her, yet now she was practically letting him. It felt strange, but she gave no explanation.
Since it worked in his favor, Alnazir simply extended the tentacle further and quietly watched what she did.
Fay guided it upward across her chest, wriggling it slowly, until she finally pulled it out through the opening at the collar of her clothes. She glanced at him briefly then gave a meaningful smile.
“—!”
Suddenly, she bit down on the part of the tentacle that had emerged near her neck.
The man tensed without meaning to, and the heavy stone table beneath them shifted with a dull jolt.
With one hand she held the tentacle, biting and sucking on it, while the other gently stroked the arm of the man who had frozen stiff.
When the composure disappeared from his face, Fay felt a quiet sense of victory.
With faint creaking sounds and the wet noises of her movements, the rhythm continued.
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