As she reluctantly finished licking one of his fingers, Sylvia swallowed the sweetness in her mouth to begin the shameful deed all over again with the next finger.
The devil, however, moved his thumb away from her, making her lean over in order to reach it to do her 'cleaning' duties.
Sylvia fumed. Wasn't it enough to make her lick him like this? He still needed more entertainment?
The man was clearly determined to tease her to death tonight.
Her gaze inadvertently shifted up, wanting to complain, but as she looked up, she saw the man staring at her directly.
She had expected the familiar lopsided grin or the hateful smug smile, but unexpectedly, the devil was looking at her with a very gentle expression on his face.
He didn't look like he was teasing her at all. He was simply looking at her and for some reason, Sylvia couldn't help but feel his gaze contain several emotions.
