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 its original condition.
“Now I must dress properly for this occasion.”
Zafira opened the armor 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.