43. Finally

Grant

Angeline’s eyes burst open at my words, but she didn’t try to step back. “Fuck you! But do that… casually…” she breathed out the last words.

Cradling her nape, I brought her closer. My lips devoured hers as my wandering hands cupped her ass.

Her soft moan only coaxed me to kiss her harder, my tongue gliding against hers — savouring, taking, possessing.

“When is the glamour fading?” I asked, after she pulled away.

She narrowed her eyes at me, a question on them.

“Dora said three hours, but she can shake her golden tail, or whatever she does to bring up her magic, and make it twenty minutes.”

Holding back a chuckle, I kept my stern stance. Tugging Angeline’s hair around my fist, I pulled her closer and said against her lips, “I will only take you when you look like yourself.”

“Fine, so I will be back in twenty—” she started, but I slammed my lips on hers, cutting off her words.

There is no escape, Lily. I will devour you. Twenty minutes playing and the whole day of serious