“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she cried out, back arching. Welling over, she spilled her wetness down the curve of her ass. Silas growled. “That’s my good little witch. Make a mess for me.” Keening, she tossed her head back as she worked the toy faster. She was right on the edge—he could feel it thrumming inside her. “Up it to seven,” he said, every muscle in his body coiled like he was about to lunge for her.
