Page 58 of The Witch's Pet

“I’m yours,” she whispers.

I grab her face, holding her gaze. “Mine to touch. Mine to fuck. Mine to consume until you’re shaking and spent.”

“Completely yours,” she gasps.

The tingle beneath my skin comes alive like a rushing river. My power is ravenous, and it’s time to finish the best meal it’s ever had.

This is going to work. With the way she’s given herself to me, ithasto work.

I push her thighs apart. The moonlight catches on the moisture between her legs, making her glisten. She’s so radiant, so perfectly offered, that for a moment I can only stare.

“Beg me for it,” I say.

Her chest is heaving. She’s shivering in the cold. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.”

I lean down over her, resting my hand over her center, teasing her.

“Please,” she says more insistently, writhing beneath me. “I’ve been so good for you.”

I slide my hand, now soaked with her desire, back between her legs. This time, I don’t hold back, sweeping my index finger relentlessly over her most sensitive part.

“Tell me you don’t belong to anyone else.”

“I d-don’t belong to anyone else.” Her voice is strained and desperate.

“Tell me you exist for my pleasure.”

“I exist for your pleasure.”

“Good girl. Now let yourself go. Don’t suppress anything. I want all of it.”

I lean down and capture her mouth with mine, drinking in her hitched breaths and whimpers. The leaves beneath Hannah curl and wither, crumbling to dry dust, as if my magic is accelerating their decay.

The incantation flows from my lips between kisses. I work my fingers quickly over her center, faster, faster, pausing to thrust inside before tracing another circle.

She arches beneath me, her hands fisting on my cloak, pulling me closer. The forest floor is cold and damp, but it doesn’t matter.

A shiver rolls through her.

“Yes—yes—” she gasps, the words smothered as I crush my lips against hers.

I feel the moment she breaks apart, convulsing with pleasure.

Dark tendrils of magic snap toward her like greedy fingers, pulling her life force into me. They swirl and twist in the air, wrapping around her and holding her close. The temperature plummets. Ice crystallizes on the dead leaves beneath Hannah, spreading outward in patterns.

I drink in her climax, feeding voraciously as her ecstasy flows into me. Never have I tasted anything so good. Never have I felt such an all-consuming energy surge into my body, flooding every cell like fire.

I moan, pleasure coursing through me. I keep drinking, sucking, taking everything she has to offer. Her essence is utterly intoxicating.

And fuck, it’s good.She’sgood—the best I’ve ever had in decades of feeding.

It’s addictive, this pure connection. I can feel her flowing into me, warm and willing.

It’s even better than Charlotte used to feel.

The thought jolts through me like a warning bell. This is how it happened before—this moment where I knew I should stop and chose not to. Where pleasure eclipsed conscience. Where hunger won over everything else.

I should pull back. Ineedto pull back.