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“Slow?” she snorts, her hand freezing on my dick as she giggles. “Last night you strapped me to the bed and made me cum with sex toys. If you wanted to take things slow, you kind of missed the boat.”
“I concede that our love has moved at an accelerated pace,” I chuckle. “I simply mean that I enjoy your company as much as I enjoy these newfound carnal pleasures. Being in your presence is the greatest honor, and it is not because my new penis controls my thoughts.”
“Do you mind if your new penis controls my thoughts?” she asks, a playful grin on her lips as she presses a kiss against my chest.
“It can consume your every waking moment if you so choose,” I say, stroking my hand up her spine.
She hums with satisfaction then says, “I want to wake up like this every morning.”
“Then you will, Whirlwind. You own me.”
“We’ve been through this already,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “I don’t follow these lamp rules. I don’t own you.”
“I am no longer referring to magical duty, Whirlwind. Your wishes are gone. You own me because from the moment I set eyes on you, you stole my soul and made me yours. I am real because of you, and I want to belong to you forever. Will you allow me that privilege?”
“You can only be mine if I can say that I’m yours,” she says, and the rush of emotion inside of me makes me feel like a king.
“You will always be mine,” I growl, pressing my lips against hers, consumed with happiness. “I have need for nothing else.”
Then with a wave of my hand, I fly her into the air and drop her down with her legs spread across my face ready to drown in her perfect pussy. The pussy that belongs to me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bethany
Starting the day with a mind-blowing orgasm and being told you stole the soul of the hottest being on the planet is a pretty solid start to a morning, but it sure does work up an appetite.
Zeno and I head to the kitchen, naked again of course, and I grab some eggs and flour to make pancakes when suddenly a better idea hits me.
“Today is a celebration, so we should bake a cake,” I say, grabbing a mixing bowl and dumping it into his hands. “You can be in charge of stirring. Let’s see how well those big muscles of yours work.”
“I feel certain I have already demonstrated their effectiveness,” he smirks, and a flashback to being held upside down with my clit sucked into his mouth sends a hot tingle through me.
“I’m pretty sure that was down to my amazing handstand skills,” I tease, measuring out the ingredients and adding them to the bowl.
“Interesting theory,” he says, cocking an eyebrow and fighting a smile as he says. “I challenge you to perform one now.”
“Ok, I will,” I say defiantly, then gasp and point. “But wait, what’s that over there?”
His face snaps around to follow the direction of my pointing finger, and I use my other hand to crack an egg against his forehead and empty its contents into the bowl.
“A cunning distraction,” he grins, and I stifle a laugh as I break another egg into the bowl.
“Tell me, Whirlwind. What are we celebrating?” he asks, as he beats the ingredients into a smooth batter. “Is it to pay homage to our confessions of eternal devotion?”
“Kind of,” I say, as I pour the mixture into a tin and place it in the center of the oven.
“But mainly I was thinking we could wish your new dick a happy birthday,” I say, as I slam the door shut and spin around to face him.
A deep laugh launches out of him, and he strides across the kitchen, burying his face into my neck.
“You have a unique talent for filling me with perpetual joy,” he says, and my insides flutter as he kisses my bare shoulder.
“Same, babe,” I say, wrapping my arms around his warm body and sliding them up his muscular back. “Now we’ve got forty-five minutes while we wait for this cake to bake. How about we put that time to good use?”
“Whirlwind, you are full of wisdom,” he grins, catching my lips with his and plunging his tongue into my mouth for another devastating kiss.
His hands find their way to my butt cheeks, then he lifts me up, and sets me down on the kitchen counter.
