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I was so full I couldn’t breathe. There was no space left for my lungs, never mind air to inflate them. I blinked away the tears that were squeezing from my eyes. Ohgod, he was so big. I wasn’t sure I could handle him, even now, with him holding still inside me, barely moving; it was simply too much. Pleasureand pain mixed together until I couldn’t tell what I was feeling anymore.

He cupped my jaw and brushed the corner of my lips tenderly with his, the affectionate action a sharp contrast to the utter ravishment of my body.“Breathe, little witch. You can’t hold your breath forever.”

I tried, inhaling as best I could with sharp, jagged breaths.

“Good girl. Much better. I can’t have you passing out on me. I want you to feel every inch of me when I do this.”

He rocked his hips, pumping into me with sharp, quick movements. Every motion was filled with delicious friction that had me moaning and panting. Erotic pleasure flooded me, and I tossed my head side to side on the pillow. It was the only part of me I still had control of.

Then his movement changed, and he was pounding into me with long, hard strokes. I screamed, the shrill sound echoing off the walls.

“Fuck, yeah. Feel good, little witch?”

I barely registered his words, especially when he found my nipples and pinched them, adding another spike of pain to the mix. I howled and squirmed under his body. My pussy walls clamped down around him, and he cursed. Light exploded in my vision and turned into a million glittering sparks as my channel spasmed with another orgasm.

The sparks continued to dance around us as electricity zipped through every finger and toe. It was my magic again. How had I never felt this before? Almost immediately, I knew why. I’d never let go, never relaxed enough with my bed partners to show my magic. I’d been holding back.

But I couldn’t hold back with Prax. He demanded all of me and not an ounce less.

He kept hammering into me, all semblance of control gone as he raced to join me in bliss. He came with a roar, his face buried in my neck and his body jerking with his release. We curled up in the magical cocoon we’d created together, letting it infuse and recharge us both.

It was only when my phone’s alarm rang, telling me I needed to be at Gigi’s place in half an hour, that I realized I’d fallen asleep.

“Shit!” I bolted upright.

My incubus was resting as well, but at my sudden movement he was immediately up and ready to defend me from danger. He relaxed when he realized there was none. He watched me as I scrambled to find the sexy little black dress I was going to wear.

“You know you just convinced me to withhold all information from you in the future and to make you work for every piece of it, right?” I said as I dug through my luggage.

He cocked his head thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t mind that one bit. You call it work; I call it play. You’re a whole lot of fun, little witch.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, incubus.”

Chapter 11

Penny

“Where do you thinkyou’re going in that? It barely covers your ass!”

I never thought I’d be berated for dressing too sexily by an incubus. But the last few days had been full of surprises.

“I already told you: I’m going out with my friends.” Initially, this girls’ night was supposed to be a way to help me get over Travis. But Prax was already doing a damn good job of that. Still,I wanted to see my friends, and I was eager to check out the nightlife here in Darlington.

Back in Boston, my overprotective family had watched my every move, and I really hadn’t enjoyed any freedom since I returned home after college. The only parties I went to were charity events and family gatherings, which were both places where everyone tried to one-up each other. Especially the family gatherings. The only person aside from me who didn’t participate in the bullshit was Grandpa Theo—because he was the one everyone was competing to impress.

“You’re not going out in that. Especially not after what happened with the shifter.”

Somehow Prax’s possessive words claiming that I was his in the wake of the coffee shop incident were exciting coming from his mouth, though I’d never admit it.

I couldn’t imagine Travis ever saying such things to me and me actually liking it. Eww. If he had, I’d probably have run.

Maybe it was the spell at work, messing with my head. Was it messing with Prax too? Making him feel and say things he normally wouldn’t? Maybe that was just his schtick: acting possessive over his sexual conquests so they’d think it was more than temporary. Kind of like love bombing. That would be kind of an asshole move, and I didn’t know him enough to make that call. I chose to believe it was the spell.

Once I got my living situation sorted, which was on the agenda for tomorrow, I’d prioritize finding a way to nullify this love-finder spell gone awry. As much as I liked Prax’s company, Iknew in my heart that it wasn’t fair to control or even influence someone with my magic. Why else would a newly freed incubus want to tie himself down?

Honestly, it wouldn’t be fair to me either. Even knowing that his affections probably weren’t real, I’d still fall for him. And then he’d snap out of it one day, and leave me with yet another broken heart. No, it was best for everyone if I nullified the spell.

Prax puffed into smoke, then reformed around my hips in the shape of a full skirt going down past my knees.

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