“I… I think I’m…” She blinked, her eyes widening. “I’m still coming.” He grinned at her and it was pure sin. “I know, my little witchling,” he purred. “And I’m still feeding.” The air around her buzzed and her skin prickled like the atmosphere had become electric. Cursing loudly, she bent forward, catching herself on the padded base. Her release was never ending.
