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His shadows leap from all over his body, reaching for me and twining over my arms and legs in a hundred caresses. “I swear, Hannah, if you don’t take those undergarments off right this second, I can’t promise my shadows won’t shred them.”

“Magic them away,” I say, wanting nothing between us. I’m on the pill, and everything I know about fae says they’re immune to disease.

His fingers flick, and I’m naked. Another flick, and his shadows pull me into his arms. His heated skin slides across mine, making my nipples harden. I can’t even tell if I have butterflies any more—my entire body has become one big pulsing flutter of need.

“Severin.” I wiggle against him, wanting more, craving it.

“My enchanting little witch, how beautiful you are.” One hand cups my breast, plucking at my nipple until I moan. The other slides between my thighs, his fingers slipping over my folds. “Goddess, Hannah. You’re already so wet for me, such a good girl.”

The words shoot through me, and I whimper.

He fists his cock until creamy fluid pours into his palm. Then he’s touching me again, tingling warmth flashing over my clit in a jolt of sensation that has me hovering on the edge. I moan, “Oh, god.”

“That’s it. My seed’s going to get you ready to take my cock,” he growls. “I’m going to fill you so full. You’ll like that, won’t you? Like having your pretty little pussy all stretched and stuffed.”

Words won’t come. I can only nod.

Our magic continues to combine and surge between us, adding a dizzying rush of power to every touch. Then he curls his fingers, stroking a magical place inside, and I’m screaming his name as an orgasm crashes over me with all the weight of the falls.

Severin’s shadows continue to caress my skin as I comedown, making my body sing. Then they lift me higher, and his mouth finds mine.

His erection leaps against my stomach, and he growls, the sound full of want. His wings wrap around me, and he spins us, pinning me to the rock, his wings cushioning my back.

As we kiss, my hands slide over the firm muscles of his chest, desperate to touch. I reach down and wrap one around his length, trying to guide him to me. Damn, his dick’s so big my fingertips don’t touch my thumb.

The broad head strokes over my sensitive nub, sending sparks shooting through me and making my core clench. Sex has never been like this for me before. Hell, with Severin, multiple orgasms are starting to feel less like a dream and more like a certainty.

He pushes against my entrance, the stretch amazing, almost too much. Magic streams from me to mix with his, flowing back into me in a heady rush.

“Severin!” My thighs tighten around him as he pushes deeper. “Oh, god.”

Then his smoke tendrils snake up my inner thighs. One brushes over my clit, setting it buzzing, while another teases my ass.

The sensation is too much and not enough.

“I’ve got you, my sweet, sweet Hannah.” His hips snap forward, his girth stretching me wide. “Goddess, you feel so good, little witch. You’re so tight, taking me so well.”

I sob, clinging to him, my heart racing, as the tingling warmth builds and builds.

“That’s it. Take my cock.” He thrusts all the way, hittingdeep, filling me like nothing’s ever filled me. “Come for me now. Come on my cock like a good girl.”

I do exactly what Severin says, coming harder than ever before. Pleasure flares outward in a sizzling wave of delight that curls my toes as my head tips back, my mouth opening in a scream.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Severin

Hannah’s enchanting moans turn into the scream of my name as she flutters around my cock.

Goddess, she feels divine. I thrust into the sweet depths of her, loving how tight she is, how wet. Loving how much she wanted me, even before the aphrodisiac in my seed began to work on her.

Hannah’s expressive face shows every single thing she’s feeling, and the sounds she makes drive me wild. I can’t get enough of her, of how open she is, how responsive. My little witch has enchanted me. For all her talk of me ruining her, she’s equally ruined me. I can’t imagine going back to the cold and calculated couplings of my past, not after having tasted true delight. Her easy show of delight and desire drive me wild.

I’m undone by the satin of her skin against mine, hersweet floral smell. My shadows slip over her skin, caressing her everywhere, relaying the feeling back to me as an extra layer of sensation. Her magic coils through mine in another kind of caress, one that makes my chest thrum.

The need to thrust, to claim, overwhelms me. I plunge into her wet heat, driving forward with a groan. “So sweet, so tight.”

She makes one of those moans I crave.

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