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She moans, head tipped backward, body arching as I push another fistful of seed into her.

“Do you want that, my dirty girl? Do you want my knot?”

“Yes,” she sobs. “Oh, god, yes.”

I add another finger, twisting them to hit that spot she loves so well.

Her gasp rings through the room as her muscles clench.

“Goddess, feel how tight you are.” My hips jerk, grinding my cock against her soft thigh, chasing the pleasure of warmth and pressure. “You’re going to feel so exquisite around my knot.”

I keep working her with my fingers until she can take all four and her cries turn even more pleading. “Shadow, I need you. I’m so empty.”

“I’ve got you. Going to give you just what you need.” I pull my hand free and grip my erection, teasing the head over her entrance. “Going to stuff that pretty little pussy so full.”

“So full,” she moans. “Yesss.”

“I love you, Kayla.” I slide the tip into her. “I love you so much.”

Then her long legs wrap around me, her heels hooking into the back of my thighs, and she uses all of her strength to pull me to her.

I can refuse her nothing. A growl rumbles through my chest as I thrust deep. The sudden heat and pressure make my eyes roll back in my head. “Goddess, you feel divine.”

The slow stalk of the courtship game, the long wait to get close to her, then the more torturous past few weeks of play without penetration. Worth it. A million times worth it. I’d wait centuries for one second inside her sweet depths.

I pull almost all the way out before plunging forward again, the contrast between her heat and the coolness of the bedroom air intoxicating.

“Shadow!” She spurs me on, rubbing her deliciously soft breasts against my chest, delighting my skin, so much more sensitive than fur could ever be.

I revel in her, wanting to consume all of my witchy beauty as she tightens around me. “That’s it. Come for me, dirty girl. Come all over my cock.”

She gasps with each thrust, high little pants of pleasure that make my balls tighten.

I speed up, my heart racing, every breath full of the musky scent of her arousal, so rich I can taste it. Arching forward, I cover her mouth with mine in a searing kiss.

Kayla cries out, “I love you, Shadow!”

Her back arches, her muscles fluttering around my cock in a pulse of intense pleasure as my witchy beauty finds her glorious release.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Kayla

My orgasm explodes outwards like a supernova, making every nerve ending in my body sing with pleasure.

“I love you, my Kayla, my witchy beauty.” Shadow thrusts into me, his gorgeous face hovering above mine, love shining in his eyes. “I love you so much.”

Finally being with Shadow feels transcendent. All of the build-up of the past several weeks comes to a head: having admitted I love him, hearing him say he loves me, and being able to be together without worrying about the consummation clause…

I’ve never felt freer in my life!

Free to love him. Free to feel everything.

“I love you!” I cry out and cling to him, loving the sensation of his weight on top of me, loving the musky wild scent of his clean sweat layered over forest and pine.

Loving the way he fills me over and over.

I still want more.