The torture. Pt2
Vincent was not sure what she meant but he was
certain it was not good.
He watched the demoness put her palms together and murmur beneath her breath, her hands glowed with pale light.
She touched his cheeks and the bruises, gashes,
and the broken nose miraculously healed within
seconds. Even the index finger she broke earlier
was back to it’s original condition.
“Now I must dress properly for this occasion.”
Zafira opened the armoire beside her bed, she
tossed her leather jacket on the bed and stripped
off her rain-soaked black dress.
Her beautiful bare backside was clearly visible for Vincent to feast on.
She bent over, sorting through the armoire’s bottom
drawer.
Vincent felt an instinctive twitch in his loins as he viewed Zafira’s perfectly shaped a-s and her glistening peach.
Finally, Zafira found what she was looking for.
She sat on the edge of her bed and shucked off
her knee-high boots, she reached into the drawer