You put a sleep spell on me, didn’t you?” she grumbled.
“You’ll thank me for it later,” Lucivar replied, kissing her temple. I love you. “That’s good to hear, witchling, because I love you, too.” She was dreaming. Of course she was dreaming. But she smiled and let the dream take her.
Yes, I am,” he said softly. “That’s the way I was. That’s the way I could be again.” He shook his head as he raised his hand, his fingertips touching her hair. “I want to be your lover. I chose to be your lover. That makes all the difference. Being in bed with you is like soaring on a sweet wind. I chose to be your lover, Marian . . . just as you chose to be mine.
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