Adjusting one of the dials, Silas watched and gauged her reaction, changing the rhythm of the toy inside her. Groaning deep in her throat, she rocked her pelvis against the outer silicone. “That’s it, darling,” he purred. “Stay with that pleasure, let it wash over you.” Ivy’s core clenched—the first sign that she was going to come soon. “When I’m inside you, I’ll be unrelenting,” he continued, heat radiating off him. “My fingers stroking you, working in and out until your slick coats my hand and your legs are shaking.”
