Chapter 59 To Echo Marr

• Nicholette's grip on Marr's arms relaxed and she stopped grinding her hips against him. She would have been limp on the floor and cuddling him by now if it weren't for the love potion. It still filled her with bright stars of desire. She only needed a moment to collect herself. She was satisfied, but still had another round to go.
• “Want to stop?” The werewolf growled, words almost incoherent from the distorted dog mouth.
• “Not on your… life.” She panted, eyes closed, lying on the ground, butt in the air.