“That’s perfect, pet,” Lara crooned. “Try to hold yourself there.”
Lara’s tongue traced the exposed skin as her eyes traced the lines on the woman’s back. She continued to read the images, the spell, as she added fingers to her tongue. The ink seemed to swim as sweat covered Therese’s back. She was screaming, but Lara was lost in the magic that came with the taste of the other woman. Power burst blew through the room, shaking everything, and both women collapsed.
“That was perfect.”
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