“Watching you become impossibly slick, maybe even gush down the curve of your arse. I’ll shower you with praise, letting you know just how good you’re doing for me, how much I want you, how beautiful you are as you chase your release.” Her heartrate skyrocketed and Silas growled deep in his chest. “Mhm, I can taste how much you like that,” he said. “Does my little witchling enjoy being praised?”
