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She kissed down my neck, over my collarbone, and stopped at the black heart on my chest.

She pressed her lips to it.

The curse flinched beneath her mouth.

I gasped. “Oh, fuck.”

No lover had ever done that.

Then she lowered her head and took my nipple between her lips.

“Oh!” My back arched off the pillows.

She licked slow circles around the tip, sucked gently, and then flicked her tongue until my whole body shook. My hand found her long hair and tangled in it.

The jeweled pins clicked against my fingers.

She whispered against my skin, "Tell me what you like, little witch."

"That." My voice cracked. "I like that."

She smiled against my breast and did it again.

Her hand traveled lower.

Over my ribs.

Over my belly.

“He’s getting jealous right now.”

I shivered.

“What sort of spirit gets jealous of its own form?” Her fingers bunched the silk of my gown and dragged it up my thighs, inch by inch, until the air of the room kissed the wet mess between my legs.

She inhaled. “All that slick. I bet it’s delicious. How does your pussy taste?”

Trembling, I looked down at her. “Slick?”

“It’s the sort of. . .arousal your body will only make for us now.” Then, her eyes darkened to black and terrified me. “No one else can taste it, little witch.”

“Uh. . .okay.”

“Well.” She blinked and her eyes returned to normal. “Perhaps. . .I can be a little possessive of you too.”

“P-Perhaps.”

Her fingertips brushed my inner thigh. "I must go soon but. . ."

When her hand found my panties, she moved them aside and slid one finger inside my pussy.

I cried out. “Oh!”

She did it again, a little firmer, dragging that finger up until she found my clit and circled it with the lightest touch, the same unhurried rhythm she'd used on my nipple.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good.” My hips rocked into her hand before I could stop them.

"There you go," she murmured, and kissed my breast again.