[Bonus chapter thanks to the fucking degenerate Chrono]
A soft moan left Cassarae's lips, one that echoed in Sylas' ears like the end of the world. There was nothing she wanted more than for it to be inside of her. But… she felt that it would be so much better if she waited.
The Duchess was yanked up off the floor by her neck and thrown onto the bed, her face practically vanishing in the softness as a palm nearly larger than her head pressed it down.
Sylas had no idea what Cassarae had done to the Duchess inside the bathroom, but as her ass arched and her lips hung high in the air, the delicate pink folds slowly separated to reveal a pulsing hole lined with dripping liquid.
The cold defiance was still on her face, but her body was speaking a very different tune. Especially when it shuddered after he pressed against her entrance just the slightest bit.
