It feels incredible, but we’ve got more pressing matters to deal with.
“I need to clean this, Kage. Quit distracting me.”
He nuzzles my breasts, inhaling the scent of my skin. He whispers, “I missed you. I haven’t been able to breathe since I left.”
A fizzy starburst of joy explodes inside my stomach, but I hold firm.
“Compliments will get you nowhere. I’m gonna get some antiseptic—”
He grabs me, tosses me onto the bed, and presses the long, hard length of his body against mine, settling his bulk between my spread thighs.
“Later,” he says, his voice husky with need. “Right now, I need to f**k you. Every night, I’ve been dreaming about the way you sound when you come. My d**k has been aching for you for weeks. I’ve been aching for you. I think you’ve put a spell on me, little witch.”
