“How does that feel?” She struggled to speak for a moment. “Good. So, so good.” Grinning, he said, “I know. I can smell how turned on you are.” Ivy whimpered, blushing so deeply he could see it even in the low light. “I love your scent, witchling,” he murmured warmly. “You make my mouth water. Ever since that night at dinner, your scent has haunted me.” Rocking her hips against the vibrator, she moaned.
