“Silas,” she gasped, still riding out each wave of pleasure. The possessive beast in his chest howled in delight at the sound of his name on her lips. “You’ll do that too,” he told her, smiling down at her flushed profile. “You’ll say my name like a prayer to Lucifer himself, over and over and over.” He wanted more. Craved more of her, hungered for her like no other. He ached to touch her, to rip her leggings down and slide his fingers inside her drenched core, ordering her to ride his hand until she came again. And again.
