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Space for what, she had no idea, but... she wanted to feel connected to him again. Wanted to feel intimacy.

Except, they couldn’t touch. So that was pointless.

“I do feel like I know what I’m doing,” Violet agreed, her eyes moving to the front of his pants as she spoke. Maybe she could just... touch him through his pants? “I mean... I feel more connected. When I first got here, I was afraid the town would reject me, but more and more... I know what my purpose is. I might not be any good at being a witch, but I know what needs to be done, and I’m going to try my best to fix it.”

“Like that little spell you did at the town line? That was smart stuff. Cole had been drivin’ out of town every day to make phone calls. Said havin’ cell service is the best damn thing.”

“Honestly, I had no idea what I was doing,” Violet confessed, shaking her head a little. “You know, you say I’m more confident, but most of what I’m doing is just winging it at this point. Trying my best.”

“If your best gets the job done, then I don’t think it really matters if you know what you’re doin’ all the time. Half of existin’ is just fakin’ that you know what you’re doin’, and seein’ what happens.”

Faking that you know what you’re doing... and seeing what happens...

An idea that could have only crawled out from one of her fantasies popped into her mind, and Violet smiled. So, it didn’t matter if she didn’t know what she was doing, just so long as she got the job done? Well...

“Why you smilin’ like that?” Henrik asked, a genuine question in his voice. “Almost like you’re a cat about to get the cream.”

“Just so we’re very clear on something,” Violet began as she inched her hand on his thigh higher, closer, up towards the front. “I have no idea what I’m doing right now...”

Henrik stiffened under her touch, his body going rigid, as they stared at one another. She held her breath, waiting for his response, to see what he wanted, to see what he would do...

Henrik grinned at her as he shifted his hips, and his gloved hand covered her own. “Fuck, Little Witch, you might not know what you’re doin’, but even in sweatpants and long sleeves, you are oozin’ sex appeal.”

“I said I don’t know what I’m doing, not that I’m not going to be hot while I do it,” she teased, and rolled her eyes. “Will you show me what you like? Show me how to please you?”

“Fuck, how to please me?” Henrik questioned, and he groaned as he leaned in towards her, close enough she could almost taste the flames on her lips. “You existin’, you bein’ here, is enough to please me. A few twists of your wrists, and I would be off. What I wanna know is how to please you. I wanna know what gets you goin’. I wanna know how to drive you fuckin’ insane.”

They hadn’t been this close to nearly kissing since the night in her shop, when she had been on top of him and his bite, the scar on her shoulder, had been branded in. She could cut the distance between them in a heartbeat. She could kiss him. She could set this couch on fire, burn the world down around them. She could do it in an instant.

“You’re drivin’ me insane right fuckin’ now,” Henrik groaned as he took in a deep breath. “Been tryin’ to keep my distance from you, but Little Witch, this body was made to be under me and over me, and right now, I need to—”

She could do it. She could kiss him. Fuck the consequences.

His lips brushed against hers, so faint she barely felt it, but the fire in the fireplace roared to life, and Violet jerked away. Fuck, how had they come so close, and so fast? One moment, they were sitting there talking, and the next she had her hand on his cock through his pants, gripping his hardened length, and he was leaning in to kiss her, talking about how she drove him insane.

Distance. They needed to keep their distance.

“Shit, Violet, I didn’t mean—”

“You want to see how to please me?” Violet interrupted as she stood up, and turned to look at him. “Do you want to know how I get myself off? You should know, I only ever get myself off to thoughts of you.”

Henrik stared up at her, a dumbfounded expression on his face, as she pulled her shirt off and over her head, revealing the tank top she had on underneath. She didn’t look down at herself, nor did she feel any urge to cover up. She wanted to only soak in the vision of him staring at her, wanted to watch his eyes as she finally bared it all for him.

They were soulmates, and despite the physical distance between them, were lovers. She loved him, mind and soul and body. One day, she would figure this out, this thing keeping them apart. Every day, she felt one step closer to having it solved. She would put the missing pieces together soon.

But today... today, she would find pleasure. Partially because she was horny as fuck, but mostly because this was a sort of teasing she would only be able to get away with now.

Because she highly doubted that once hecouldtouch her, Henrik would never stop.

She didn’t blink as she pushed the sweatpants down off her hips, and as she stepped out of them, she toed off the socks as well, wanting him to see every inch of her. Her gloves soon followed, leaving her in a tanktop and underwear, not even wearing a bra. She knew her nipples were hard in her shirt, teasing him, and she shivered a little as a wave of cold rushed past her.

That was... strange. No doors were open, and there was a roaring fire in the fireplace. Why would she suddenly feel cold?

“Am I droolin?” Henrik asked, pulling her attention back to him.

Violet shook her head as she hooked her thumbs under the bottom of her tank top and began lifting it to reveal her belly. She knew Henrik would love her, would love each of her stretch marks and all of her softness, and she couldn’t wait to feel his head resting on her, particularly after a long round of sex. How long would she have to wait until that day? How long until she could feel his fingers digging into her hips? How long until she could feel his teeth sink into her thigh?

“Am I dreamin’?” he asked instead, his head shaking a little.

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