“Is that why you want me?” I ask breathlessly. “Because I’m a witch?” “No, Arletta,” his voice whispers in my ear, leaning his body against mine as he drags his fingers slowly along the outside of my pussy; unabatedly teasing me. “Your soul is vibrant, startlingly so. I want you with or without your magic. I want you because I can see all of you and I can feel that you are meant to be my companion. My mate. I’ve isolated myself for a long time. That ends tonight.”
