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“Y-yes,” I manage. “Very, very okay.”

As sensitive as I am, this feels too good to make her stop.

She pulls out to massage me, and then in again, moving slowly.

I moan, sucking on her lip, and move my own fingers faster.

“Katie,” she gasps.

I fight to stay coordinated as she toys with me. I smother my cries in her mouth, unable to stop the noises I’m making. Time loses meaning, everything measured in hitched breaths, rocking hips, and sliding fingers.

When she pulls back to meet my gaze, I see something new in her eyes—something so vulnerable that my heart misses a beat. The walls she normally hides behind are down, and the stubborn adherence to the rules has vanished. It’s just the two of us, desire guiding our actions, and nothing else in the world matters.

She leans down to kiss me again, and I open my mouth, letting the kiss deepen until she fully claims me with her tongue. I’m at her mercy, her deft fingers pushing me to the brink, her tongue tracing the inside of my mouth, my legs held apart by her thighs.

She stops kissing me to bury her face in my neck. “Fuck,” she whispers.

Her body grows clammy. Her fingers move faster, her breaths sharp in my ear. Each stroke brings me closer to the top of the roller coaster again.

Our breaths mingle. I respond to her soft noises, changing what I’m doing every few seconds.

“Katie…” she groans.

The urgency in her tone tells me she’s close, which sends me over the edge.

“Yes, yes…” I whimper. “Oh God…”

I gasp as she hits just the right spot, arching into her—and she shudders, biting the pillow as our muffled cries blend together.

Chapter 24

Sophia Madsen’s Legacy

We catch our breathunder the covers, Natalie on her back, me pressed against her side and using her as a pillow, our legs entwined. Her scent envelops me, and though we’re both sweaty, I don’t want to move.

My pulse races and my skin tingles from her touch, as if my body is reveling in what happened. Thrill mingles with disbelief—I was beginning to think hooking up with her would never happen. I mean, she’s a solid ten in all departments… and she’s awitch.

Her breaths become deep and rhythmic, her belly rising and falling like a gentle tide beneath my palm.

I chew my lip, a question burning. I have to ask, even though I’m dreading the answer. “Now that I’m a member of the coven, is this thing between us any less forbidden?”

She peers down at me. “Not really.”

“Why?”

“Because CSAMM’s secrets are layered. There’s a lot you don’t know—even a lot I don’t know. The Directors will think you’re trying to lure it out of me, which isn’t good for either of us.”

I scoff. “Come on. I’m not some femme fatale flirting my way to your darkest secrets.”

She kisses my temple, her lips soft. “Everyone insists they won’t tell their partners about magic, but it’s hard to be in a relationship and not let things slip. Like I said, Will got suspended once. His ex-girlfriend now has to spend the rest of her life having signed a secrecy agreement, and the Shadows check in on her once in a while. It stresses the hell out of her, knowing that if she slips up and mentions anything to do with CSAMM, she could go to prison.”

God, that poor girl.

I scowl. “I think someone’s partner finding out about magic is the least of CSAMM’s worries.”

Her brow furrows. “Why do you say that?”

“How’d the Madsens find out about magic if they aren’t witches? Who told them?”