Would she let him taste her? His stare dropped to her thick thighs, spread wide over the sigil on the floor. Would she whimper as he touched her? He arched his neck, taking in her generous, round arse. Would she scream until the windows shook when she came? A feral need rose up inside Silas, and he growled low in his chest. He wouldn’t stop until she cracked every pane of glass.
