Ivy whimpered softly, fingers twitching like she wanted to reach for him. “Is that what you want?” He asked, dragging his lips to the shell of her ear. “To be ravaged by a demon?” Despite the hunger clawing at him, he allowed himself to trace the curve of her shoulder with one fingertip. “To be taken roughly, wildly. To be fucked senseless, until all you are is endless, eternal pleasure—like a star exploding only to birth new galaxies.” At that, her hands gripped the waist of his shirt in an attempt to pull him closer, and Silas laughed darkly. “Oh, my little witch, I could break you apart
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