The Devil's hand gave a harsh slap to her ass, making her gasp. "I won't ask again," he growled.
Beatrice was in turmoil. She didn't know what to do, she didn't want to betray Gilbert but she needed the Devil's root so badly. She needed it to satisfy her needs and her body.
The Devil leaned closer to her ears and said, "Stop thinking about another man in my presence, Beatrice or I will punish you," he growled and nibbled her ear, making her shudder.
The Devil then kissed the back of her neck and bit it hard, making her neck blue and bruises, marking her as his. She could smell the cigars and red wine from him, it suffocated her and she couldn't stand it anymore. She felt like an animal that was ready to mate, she just couldn't hold it anymore.
She turned her head and looked back at the Devil with pleading eyes. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with need, "I need you inside me. Please fill me up."
