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“You’re sure?”

She laughs. “Yes. I’m the best apprentice potions master the Crescent Coven has seen in three generations. I could make a contraceptive brew in my sleep.”

Fuck, I love my witch’s confidence. I love when she reminds me exactly who she is, when she remembers what power she holds and feels no compunction in sharing it.

I flex my hips, just breaching her entrance, and she gasps.

“And the best apprentice potions master the Crescent Coven has seen in three generations wants to fuck an intractable, incorrigible, good-for-nothing demon rake?”

I mean it as a joke, but Soleil’s eyes go soft.

“You’re good for so much more than you realize.”

“Like this?” Another flex, another inch, another gasp. Another deflection as I reach for pleasure instead of the soft, tender, painful emotions her words dredge up.

Later.

There will be time for those later.

Now, I want pleasure.

And I want her to have it, too.

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Soleil

Finn is almost too much.

In every way.

Too much to take as he slides into my body.

Too tender, too kind, too understanding as all his sweet words echo in my mind.

Too good to me.

Better than I deserve.

And I wish he could see himself the way I see him.

But there’s no time to agonize over it as he sinks deeper, stretching me with that gorgeous, thick cock of his.

“Fuck, sunshine,” he groans, and he sounds so deliciously aroused, so lost in his pleasure.

Magick surges between us, those wonderful, delicate golden threads. Stronger now than they’ve ever been.

Gossamer filaments spread and weave themselves into a fragile cage, encircling us, tugging at us both until the pleasure is almost too exquisite to bear.

When I’m finally able to pull my eyes away from them and look back at Finn, my heart pangs in my chest at the wonder on his face.

“I’ve never known the bond could do that,” he murmurs.

“Me, either.” I raise a hand to touch, and magick dances along my skin.

Tilting my hips toward his, he slips another inch into me, and we both groan. The magick pulses, glows brighter, and Finn leans in to press a kiss against my forehead.

“We’re glorious. You. Our magick. It’s glorious.”