The silence of the night was shredded by thick, ragged breathing. The dark fire in Caius’s eyes threatened to burn right through his borrowed skin. Simply licking her fingertips was no longer enough to quell the hunger for "pillage" rising within him. Like a gambler who had seen too much blood at the table, he refused to leave this sanctuary without taking something for himself.
He gripped Selena’s soft, boneless hand and guided it slowly downward, pressing it against the savage, pulsing heat of his own arousal.
"Just like that, Selena... my sweet sister."
Caius let out a suppressed groan, his voice as low as a death knell echoing at the end of a corridor. Selena’s palm was cool, but the moment it touched the thick, vein-ridged length of him, she was instantly scorched by his staggering
