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Instead of examining it too closely, I reach for Finn again.

I pull him into me, and the two of us shift until we’re comfortable. Covered in soft furs, my back to his chest and his arm draped around my waist, warmed by the incredible body heat he generates, it’s not long until sleep sneaks up to claim me. It pulls me under with pleasure still warm and delicious and coating every inch of me, lulling me into the best sleep I’ve had in a long, long time.

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Finn

I swear I can still taste my witch on my lips when I wake the next morning.

And I can certainly still hear her.

The soft gasps and stifled groans of pleasure, the cry of ecstasy she buried beneath her palm when she came. They all echo in my ears, in my dreams, though waking is even sweeter when I realize.

She’s still here.

Despite the lingering questions from our conversation last night, I’m determined to savor this.

Soleil. Here. With me.

Goddess, she’s magnificent.

Still naked in my arms, I can’t resist letting my hands wander. Over the soft dip of her waist, the curve of her ass, the swell of the sweet, sweet thighs I lost myself between last night.

I want to do it again.

Every day, for the rest of our lives, I want to taste my witch.

I could feast on her and be satiated for eternity.

Soleil stirs, arching into my touch as her lovely green eyes flutter open. She smiles when she sees me, when she realizes where she is, warm and safe in my arms.

“Hi,” she says, and her voice comes out thin and raspy.

No doubt because of the cries of pleasure I drew from her last night.

“Hello.” Hand curled around her jaw, I lean in and kiss her.

“Mmmph.” She makes a little noise of discontent, and I pull back. “Morning breath.”

I chuckle. “It’ll take more than that to deter me, sunshine.”

I kiss her again, and she soon abandons any self-consciousness she may have had as she blooms into life in my arms. Wrapping her own strong arms around me, she pulls herself closer, fitting the soft curves of her body into all the hard angles of mine. Two puzzle pieces slotting together in the way we were always meant to.

I’d stay here all day with her. Lay her back into the furs and feast on her again. Take my time learning all the ways my witch likes to be kissed and touched. How to make her writhe and make her scream. How to give her so much pleasure she’d never even think of going back to the human realm.

But the sounds of camp waking up outside are a reminder of where we are and where we need to go today.

Back to the court.

Back to reality.

In wordless agreement and mutual consternation, we rise from bed and go about getting ready. Soleil pulls on the clothes she was wearing last night, then helps me into my armor.

I never thought putting clothesoncould be so erotic.

But with each piece her clever fingers help fasten, I feel my body heating. My veins simmer with the same magick that grabbed me the first time I saw her, burned within me last night as I tasted her, and it’s all I can do not to let myself be lost in it.

We’d be here all day if I let myself be lost in it.