As soon as she clicked the button, Ivy screamed, clawing her left thigh until she nearly drew blood. Silas let out a guttural noise as she rode out her orgasm. She bucked her hips, taking the vibrator further as she cursed and shook. As energy poured into him, his tethers sank deeper, hooking into her magic. It was like pressing his tongue to a livewire. It threatened to fry his nervous system, but he couldn’t let go. “Don’t stop,” he ordered, voice almost inhuman. “Push it to eight. I’m not through with you yet, witchling.”
