"Huh? So you want me after all?" Seamus narrowed his eyes, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Oh, I do."
Isolde's lips curved into a smirk, her palm sliding down the hard plane of his chest as she spoke.
"Look at your muscles, leaner, stronger… all that monstrous stamina from taking my daughter."
She bared her fangs and sank them into his neck, drinking deep. Her bare skin pressed fully to his soft tits crushing against his ribs, and he flinched because of how sexy she felt.
Isolde was insatiable.
Isolde was always insatiable. He disliked her for it, maybe even feared her. But her presence was like a drug; the aphrodisiac thrum of her power blurred his vision and set his blood boiling.
His cock was hard again under her touch until his breath came ragged. He feels like an animal in heat.
Before she could finish, he twisted her body, catching a fistful of her hair and yanking her back. His eyes gleamed, holding himself together.
