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Chapters (64)
  1. Contents
  2. Dedication
  3. Playlist
  4. Content & Trigger Warnings
  5. Glossary
  6. Map
  7. Prologue
  8. Hawthorne
  9. Laurel
  10. Laurel
  11. Nemesia
  12. Hawthorne
  13. Mazus
  14. Hawthorne
  15. Hawthorne
  16. Laurel
  17. Hawthorne
  18. Laurel
  19. Hawthorne
  20. Laurel
  21. Laurel
  22. Hawthorne
  23. Laurel
  24. Hawthorne
  25. Nemesia
  26. Laurel
  27. Laurel
  28. Hawthorne
  29. Hawthorne
  30. Laurel
  31. Laurel
  32. Hawthorne
  33. Laurel
  34. Laurel
  35. Nemesia
  36. Hawthorne
  37. Hawthorne
  38. Laurel
  39. Hawthorne
  40. Hawthorne
  41. Laurel
  42. Laurel
  43. Nemesia
  44. Laurel
  45. Laurel
  46. Hawthorne
  47. Nemesia
  48. Mazus
  49. Laurel
  50. Laurel
  51. Laurel
  52. Hawthorne
  53. Hawthorne
  54. Nemesia
  55. Nemesia
  56. Laurel
  57. Hawthorne
  58. Hawthorne
  59. Laurel
  60. Laurel
  61. Laurel
  62. Chapter
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. About the Author

As soon as she’s wrung out every drop of her pleasure, I’m moving, swapping our bodies so that she lays prone beneath me. Rising to my knees, I kiss her neck with a hungry need, then suck deeply to leave my own mark just under her ear. I think she likes it too, because she brings her hand to my cock and strokes again. I’m on fire, my body thrumming with electricity, and lightning strikes across the ceiling. It lights up the room in flashes as I continue to explore her satiated body with gentle caresses. I need to be inside of her again, but I want to give her time to come down, so I gently lift her naked, curvy body and carry her to the wall, something about pinning her against it the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I kiss her slowly, tenderly, letting her know without words how much I worship her.

“You’re bewitching, Laurel,” I murmur as I smooth back her hair from her face and take it between my hands. She looks so stunning, the glow of exertion making the freckles that dot across her nose stand out. I kiss each one I can find, and she laughs, so bright and melodic that it warms everything inside of me.

“That tickles,” she whispers, dropping her forehead to mine. I only lay another kiss across her brow, then angle her head so I can kiss her deeply, my tongue sweeping across every crevice of her mouth. The soft and gentle kiss quickly turns heated, and without warning she wraps her legs around me. “Fuck me again,” she demands, and I oblige.

With a punishing thrust, I enter her, and she cries out in pleasure. I keep up the rhythm, slamming into her harder and harder as she moans in ecstasy. The feel of her tight walls around my cock is intoxicating, and I lower her body so that I can reach even deeper.

Her hands claw my back, drawing blood, and I see the moment the scent hits her. Her body goes preternaturally still, and she tracks me like prey, scanning every inch of my body as it continues to thrust in and out of her. All of that passion and need homes in on one singular focus. Me. Eyes dilated, she bares her teeth.