Page 58 of Hex and the Kitty

“Yes, please, please.” Molly didn’t care how needy she sounded. Nor was she about to apologize for begging. For once, she finally knew what the hell she wanted and what her body needed.

Her head thrashed back and forth. Her legs shook from the impact of her climax. A series of incoherent babbles flew from her lips. She wanted to praise him for making her come with such efficiency, but words failed her altogether. She found herself floating in a sea of pure bliss high above the earth.

“Gods, you are so fucking beautiful when you come, love.”

“I want you in me.”

Warrick didn’t waste a damn second. He crawled up between her legs, pushing her thick thighs farther apart with his knees before palming his cock and rubbing it against her entrance.

He slammed home, taking her breath away. “Oh,” Molly moaned when she was finally able to catch her breath. Before she knew what hit her, she was riding wave after beautiful wave of bliss as her first climax swirled around her, threatening to drag her under. Warrick didn’t slow down, not for an instant. He didn’t give her time to recover or catch her breath. He pounded her with a fury she was unaccustomed to.

A second and even more powerful climax crashed over her directly on the heels of the first.

“Warrick!” she shouted her release.

“I want you to ride me.” He flipped her over on top of him.

“Yes!” She rocked her hips back and forth, taking him balls deep. Arching her back, she placed her hands behind her on his thighs and began pumping her hips up and down, taking exactly what she needed from him.

Her inner walls clenched and unclenched with each of her thrusts.

Warrick grabbed onto her hips, hard enough to leave a mark, and began rocking up into her.

“So good,” she moaned. He felt amazing in her, and she wanted him to know she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Molly leaned forward and slanted her lips over his.

“You keep doing me like this, and I’m going to come,” Warrick said in between kisses.

“Maybe I want you to.” She circled her hips and slammed down.

His grip on her hips tightened. He arched his back up off the bed with every thrust. She felt like she was riding a wild bull with the way he tossed her about. All she could do was hold on for dear life as he took control under her, slamming up into her.

“I’m going to …”

“I am too,” he groaned as his seed filled her.

FORTY-FOUR

Twilight painted Whispering Pines in shades of lavender and gold as Molly tucked the last macaron box into her wicker basket. The “Rose Radiance” and “Chocolate Charm” treats nestled among cloth napkins, each pastry delicately infused with a whisper of joy magic. Through the bakery windows, fairy lights blinked to life along the cobblestone streets, welcoming the approaching evening.

Warrick’s scent lingered on her skin from their morning embrace. The memory of his golden eyes, dark with desire when they’d kissed good-bye, sent heat coursing through her veins. Her hands trembled as she locked the bakery door, fumbling with the key.

“Sweet cinnamon,” she murmured when the lock finally clicked. Since allowing Warrick into her heart, her magic had developed a mischievous streak—sugar bowls danced across countertops whenever she thought of his touch, and spoons stirred of their own accord when she recalled the rumble of his voice against her ear.

The night air caressed her face as she made her way through town. Phantasm Pharmacy stood three blocks away, its windows pulsing with multicolored lights that danced like the Aurora Borealis. The cobblestones hummed beneath her feet, resonating with the town’s ancient magic.

Her phone chimed with Celeste’s message:Hurry up, cupcake queen! Daisy won’t start brewing until you arrive with those magical macarons!

Molly quickened her pace, the basket swinging from her arm. Shopfronts closed for the evening, though magical residue lingered—fairy lights twinkling in Ivy’s tea shop window, animated bookmarks dancing behind glass at the bookstore, spectral Jasper Moon arranging a new display in the library.

The door to Phantasm Pharmacy swung open before her knuckles could touch wood.

“There she is!” Daisy exclaimed, her pink hair piled atop her head in a messy bun secured with what appeared to be potion stirrers. “We thought Warrick might have kidnapped you for a private evening.”

Heat rushed to Molly’s cheeks. “He’s on duty tonight. Meeting with David about increasing patrols.”

“Such dedication,” Daisy winked, ushering her inside. “Though I notice you didn’t deny the possibility.”

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