Drinking her energy down like wine, Silas’ eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, that’s good,” he murmured, nearly slurring his words. “You’re damn near addictive.” He wasn’t done though, and neither was she. He could feel it in her aura, see it in the tension still clamping her muscles. No, his little witch needed more. “That toy is made to stimulate your G-spot too,” he said, trying to keep his voice even. “Slide it inside and see for yourself.”
