SIGRID

What the hell was happening?!

I was asleep, not dead!

Despite the exhaustion in this body, I could feel everything—every touch, his cold lips kissing my feverish skin, his body vibrating against mine.

What is Silas doing to me?!

Goddess, I’m fighting to wake up, but I can’t—or maybe… I don’t want to.

His fingers, oh for heaven’s sake, what pleasure!

I want to scream at him to suck my breasts harder, to squeeze them more.

He’s driving me insane.

I hear his ragged breathing, his mouth over mine—why doesn’t he kiss me?

What do his kisses taste like?

This spell is overwhelming, clouding my mind with raw lust, and it seems like it’s affecting Silas too.

That’s the only explanation for him to touch me like this when it’s obvious he hates sexual contact.

No, no, don’t stop, faster, Silas, like that… mmm… right there.

My magic is escaping from my body, reaching out for his—darkness to darkness, pleasure to pleasure.

I’m shattering into a thousand pieces as a devastating orgasm tears th