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Another knock came.

Three polite taps.

Then his voice slid into my mind. “Please let me in, little witch.”

Pleasure stroked the inside of my skull. I hated that his voice could touch me there. With him so close now and talking to me like that. . .it was low, sultry, and deeply dark, curling through my thoughts like smoke and settling at the base of my spine.

I focused on speaking back to him in my head. Actually, I’m heading to bed now, so perhaps we can meet during my next trip to Japan. Let’s say. . .in the Spring.

Silence followed.

Then Yoichi laughed. "In spring, the cherry trees bloom. I can’t wait to show you.”

There we go. I’ll see you then. Goodbye.

“At night. . .”

I quirked my brows.

“I’m going to worship you under those bloomed trees. Make you cum while petals fall into your hair. That will be beautiful.”

Speechless, I widened my eyes.

“Mmmm.” The sound entered my mind, made every cell throb, and rolled directly to my pussy.

I shivered and curled my toes against the comforter. Stop doing that.

“Doing what, little witch?”

Using your voice like a vibrator.

His amusement deepened. “I did not know I could do that.”

Well, now you know. Stop.

“Mmm.”

That vibration hit me again. I grabbed the comforter and squeezed to get control of myself.

Oh, fuck.

I’d been prepared to fight, but not to defend myself against pleasure. My panties moistened.

The handle slowly turned.

Then, his power surged through the room, and his scent flooded the space. Electric heat hit the back of my throat.

Next, the shadows in the corners of the room deepened and pooled. The candlelight bent sideways without wind.

Even the edges of my vision darkened at the periphery.

Fuck. He’s powerful.

The poud vodou flared bright red across the threshold.

I blinked.

The blessed salt hissed, and that wooden door shuddered inside its frame as my protection climbed through it.