I glance over at her, at her flushed, rounded face and the love bite I left on her throat. Penny looks disheveled and well fucked, and just the sight makes me all the more possessive. There’s no way on earth that she is ever going to serve another warlock or witch. Not when she’s as responsive as she is. Not when magic makes her come. I was already obsessed with her, and now I fear I’m over the edge.
