“Is that…” She cleared her throat. “Is it alright to ask for those things?” Silas’ lips curled, revealing the tips of his very sharp, very white fangs in a smoldering grin. “Oh yes, witchling,” he breathed. “It’s more than alright.” The red rings in his eyes flashed and flickered. “I may be a Pleasure Dom, but I’m also an Infernal,” he said, raking his gaze over her. “I’m going to savor the exploration of your shadows.”
