Chapter 48

"Can you guarantee there will be no more blood on the floor, Lad?" The elderly gentleman murmured something in a quavering voice. As Magdalena looked on, Tommy nodded, taking her by the hand and escorting her to his room at the inn next door.

His hands were on her shoulders as soon as the door closed. He slammed the door shut and pressed her body against the wall while aggressively embracing her writhing figure. "You! You're the hottest witch alive," he murmured, pressing a hard kiss across her lips. "Do you realize that?" he inquired. He tasted the sweet blood on her lips as he kissed her, his hand gently stroking Magdalena's face as Tommy looked into her eyes with a loving gaze. "You amazing witch…" Tommy added.

Magdalena has always desired to be with a partner, whether supernatural or not, and to have them be aware of her longings, including the tiny small signs that she needed to be loved and cherished. Because she was so silent and uneasy about her passion and lust, no one