He pulled me in with his magic, and I landed before him, cross-legged. "Isn't it great? " He asked, huskily. " Yeah. " I said, biting my lip. " Can I? " He asked, his eyes dropping to my lips. "Yes." I nodded. I felt his magic on my lips, I closed my eyes. His magic felt like his lips, his tongue tasting my lips. His magic roughly opened my trouser, and underwear, making me gasp. His power pushed me slightly so that I lay on the sand. The small waves touched my hair and the crown of my head. Emerson's magic was rough tonight. Impatient. The phantom hands impatiently inserted his fingers in me, making me bite my lip hard. " Don't do that. Scream my name. No one will hear us, don't worry. " Emerson said, huskily. I let out a small scream. His magic hurriedly opened my tank top, I didn't wear
