He guided her hands lower, over her own soft belly, her hips, the tops of her thighs. The oils they spread there left a sheen upon her flesh. A sheen that glistened as firelight and shadows caroused about the space. His grasped her wrists and he urge...
A witch so bold would not flinch, no matter how harsh her punishment might be, though his wish was for her to feel every strike.
