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Glancing up through lowered lashes, all that want gets even sharper when I see the look on his face.

Gaze half-lidded, mouth open on a panted inhale, exposing his fangs. Finn watches me through crimson eyes glazed over with pleasure, locked on me like I’m the only thing in the thirteen realms that matters to him. Like I’m the only thing that’s real.

And in that moment, I know exactly how I want to see my demon fall apart.

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Finn

The sight of Soleil kneeling before me makes my own knees buckle.

So much wicked pleasure in those emerald eyes, so much sensual cunning, as if she can see just how very close to losing it I am with a single glance.

Knowing my witch, she probably can.

There’s no hiding it from her, no reason to pretend.

I’m entirely hers, and she must know that.

“Sit.” She gestures to the padded bench at the foot of my bed.

It’s only there for decoration.

Or so I thought.

I obey, and Soleil crawls toward me on the plush rug.

Something in my brain whites out entirely. Seeing my witch crawl to me, seeing her come to me so eagerly, so wantonly, sends a hard spike of arousal through my veins. I breathe deeply through clenched teeth and will myself to calm down, though it barely does any good as she reaches me and uses my bent knees to push herself back up into a kneeling position.

My hands reach out of their own accord to bury themselves in her hair and tip her head back, squeezing even harder when she smirks at whatever it is she sees on my face.

“Hands at your sides,” she orders in a seductive murmur. “Don’t touch me until I say you can touch me.”

It’s nearly impossible, but I obey. I pull my hands from the soft, thick mass of her hair and lay them down beside me.

“Good boy,” Soleil purrs.

Pleasure snaps through my body, hot and electric.

Goddess, why do I like that so much?

I want to be her good boy.

I want to please her.

I want to spend the rest of my life giving her anything and everything she could ever need.

In a sudden, blinding flash of clarity, it hits me.

This is what I was made for.

I was made to love this witch, to take care of her, to make sure she’s always supported and cherished and looked after.

Soleil, oblivious to those revelations, still has her eyes on my cock, a devious little smile turning up the corners of her lips.

“Good behavior deserves a reward.”

Before I can guess what she means, she shifts even closer.