Chapter Sixty-six (Saraya's POV) Decades Ago

"I also practice sorcery…" I told him, hoping he wasn't one of those creatures that abhor my kind.

"Magic doesn't work on my kind…" he replied. I felt lost all over again.

“Why did you say that?” I asked.

“I feel... I feel...” he repeated as if befuddled. He then used his usually coarse tongue to trace the hem of my ear before nibbling on the shell. I felt so happy the new information about me being a witch did not deter him.

I braved raising my hand to touch him, partly from curiosity and wanting him to know, I wanted him too. I felt him quiver and he released a sharp breath. The pleasure-filled sound encouraged me and I grew bold. I ran my finger through his full, long hair, stroking the side of my face against his.

He groaned my name and I think I lost my mind. The sound was filled with so much longing that mirrored my frustration right then. The urge to feel more overtook me and I craned my neck, desperately wanting to kiss him. He took my lips and devoured me. I moaned r