He looked at her, dripping with violet wanton. He had never seen anything more beautiful. Or more complicated. She had no clue how their energies combined, she likely didn’t see their energies fusing as he did. This wasn’t just some college girl he could play with for a little while, even both fully consenting. There was no way they could fuck where she would not experience her hidden magicks—not with their both being witches. Whoever had warded her gifts had taken great care and likely hoped she would never consummate with another supernatural. The energy explosion between them would be magickal in and of itself.
He eased his hand from her hair. He didn’t want to hurt her—not by exposing her magick to her, nor by rejecting her. Her magick was so pure, so light. Her sex dripped off of her energy right now, he could almost smell it, taste it in his hands.
“This—” he said gently but firmly, “shouldn’t happen.” And he took a step back from her.
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