I moaned at the familiar taste, even as the trap around me snapped shut. Its prey? My heart. Caught between the welded iron of a promise given and the lure of sweet words sitting at the center, its rapid pounding drew in the devil who wanted it. A devil who sensed its every sinful stumble, every wicked vibration, every squeeze around an organ that had wilted in my chest for too long. Enosh sensed everything. Every. Immoral. Beat. Letting him corrupt it as he’d done with my body would be weak. Selfish. Undeniably wrong. I wanted it so badly.
