Bedded by the Headmaster

Ch45: All Is Fair 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Arken

Arken could have kissed her forever. He was loathe to let go of her, but it was high time they returned through the portal.

There was only one problem: she refused to release him from her embrace. It was an excellent problem to have, and he buried his nose in her hair and breathed in her scent. He didn't know how long they stayed like that. It was an eternity that transcended time, but it was over in the blink of an eye.

In the end, there was no helping it. It was time to go. After peering through the portal to ensure his office was empty, he carefully scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to his bedroom. Her back had begun to spasm, and he refused to let her walk.

Susie didn't protest, and accepted the pain relief medication he gave her after setting her down on the bed. He sat beside her while she drank, but when he made to rise, she caught his arm.

"Please don't go." Her eyes were pleading as she drew him back down. "Stay. I mean—" She winced, clearly remembering the blood magic binding them. "You don't have to stay. You can go. But...I don't want you to."

Arken hesitated.

"I want you," Susie added, glancing down nervously.

"You're still injured," he said gently. "We cannot do anything of that nature. I won't risk hurting you.

"I know. I just want to hold you. You could read to me?"

Arken finally conceded and lay down facing her. "Very well. But only if you promise you'll rest."

Susie nodded earnestly, but as he settled in beside her, she was in no hurry to hand him a book. She made quick work of his shirt, distracting him with yearning kisses as she undid the buttons and slipped her hands across his bare torso.

"Susie..."

She stole his breath with a kiss, and then she worked her way down. He closed his eyes as she trailed damp, open mouthed kisses along his chest.

He shuddered when she kissed the scars and bruises left by the witches.

Her hands glided across his midriff, touching him where no one had ever touched him before.

Not like this.

The brief affairs he'd had in taverns and bars over the years had been quick and meaningless, and he'd always kept his clothes on. Sex was a natural progression from feeding, but he'd avoided it except for the times when he'd felt exceptionally lonely. The empty couplings had always left him feeling hollow afterwards.

Being with Susie felt completely different. She made him feel good about himself.

She was pressing warm kisses on his throat as her hands slid across his abs. They were not as defined as they had been in his twenties, but he was broader and stronger than ever before—apart from his present weakness caused by the witches' feeding.

Her hands drifted to his belt.

"Susie," he warned, snapping out of his reverie. "Don't."

"Please? I want to." Her eyes were glazed with desire.

"You need to rest."

Susie's priorities lay elsewhere, and she made a throaty sound that hardened his cock as she kissed the angle of his jaw. "Please...?" Her hand stroked him through his trousers, and he groaned.

It felt incredible to be touched, to be wanted.

"Arken, please, touch m—"

He caught her wrist and fixed her with a stern look. "Stop. Do not command that of me. I will not be able to stop."