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[He wondered if she had a magic voice, too. When she answered, it was like soft fingertips along his spine, sending the fine hairs at the back of his neck standing on end. She didn't even need to bid him please... because the moment she said she needed it, his ache deepened.]

Of course. Here...

[He rose and kissed her, happy to see she was feeling better about herself. After a pat of the pillows, he guided her to her side, letting one of those cushions handle the burden of her belly, give her a little break. When Kanji shifted he settled in behind her, his hands running along her body. He was hard, bumping against her thighs as he pressed flush against her back as his lips sought her ear and caught the lobe for a little suckle.]

And so ya don't miss a thing...

[Perhaps he should check in with the Ware Wolf to see about keeping these wings. As one gently lifted one of those long legs of hers, the other nudged a peculiar choice into view: A mirror, borrowed from his old studio at home for morning rituals after nights spent in the nest.]

I'm gonna leave that riiight there.

[He lined himself up, and after wrapping his arms around her, thrust deep inside. He didn't bite back the moan that slipped from him.]