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And I kiss her again. Slowly this time. Licking into her, savoring her sweet juices.

Because suddenly this isn't only about hunger.

It's about the way she tenses and relaxes beneath my touch.

And the way her hands clutch at my hair as I eat her out with gusto.

It’s about the way my Devil isn't clawing beneath my skin or fighting for control.

For the first time in years, there is peace inside me.

And it's her.

I know it is. I just don't know what the fuck it means yet.

But I know one thing with absolute certainty.

Tonight, I'm done running from it.

I lick and suck her tight little clit, filling her with two thick digits.

She trembles all around me, and I know she’s close.

“Come for me, Sweet. Come on my tongue so I can fuck you proper,” I growl.

And what does she do? My good Little Witch? She comes.

Hard.

“Damian!”

“So fucking good,” I growl and crawl up her body. Because no, I am not done with her yet.

My hands grab hold of Belinda, pulling her closer until there isn’t an inch of space left between us. She clings to me just as fiercely, and the needy little sound she makes against my mouth destroys what remains of my restraint.

“Fuck, Sweet.”

Her fingers dig into my back.

“Damian.”

My name on her lips nearly finishes me all by itself.

I fit my cock to her soaked little slit, and every nerve ending is on alert.

This feels big. This feels important.

“Now,” I growl.

Her mouth lifts to mine again, and I claim it in a kiss that steals both our breaths and ignites every erotic sense I possess.

The passion between us is positively explosive.

There’s no hesitation anymore. No wondering whether this is a mistake. No pretending I can walk away from her.

Just heat.

Need.