“Would you like my teeth there too?” He asked, eyes flashing. “Nipping and sucking, dragging my fangs over those tight nipples?” Ivy nodded. “Y-yes.” “I could be gentle with you,” he purred. “Use the tips of my fangs so lightly against your skin you barely feel it. Just a graze. Is that what you want?” Pinching her sensitive nipples over her bra, she shook her head. “No.” “No?” Silas grinned. “Does my little witch want more than that? Want it harder and rougher than that?”
