“How could I ever get tired of you, witchling,” he said, kissing her salty bottom lip. “When every day I uncover something spectacular about you.” Ivy whimpered as his tip worked against that perfect spot. Hooking her arms around his neck, she held on as he fucked her steadily, building her back up to her last climax. “When every moment of the day I’m consumed by thoughts of you,” he continued, sinking his hand into her hair at the back of her head. “When you surprise me with your wit, and passion, and ferocity at every turn.” Moaning, she dropped her head into the crook of his neck. “How
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