Selene flushed with humiliation and need, squirming against the bed as Alistair's teasing caress sent sparks of pleasure skittering across her nerves.
She could feel his eyes upon her most intimate place, drinking in the sight of her shameful arousal.
"Mmmm," Alistair hummed approvingly, bringing his slick fingers to his lips and savoring the taste of Selene's essence. "You have such a sweet cunt. So pure and untainted by any other man's touch."
Selene quivered at the praise, pride swelling within her that she had pleased him so thoroughly despite - or perhaps because of - his brutal attentions.
In that moment, she knew she would do anything to earn more of Alistair's dark approval.
Anything at all.
All to live and advance the plot. The soul inside her thought, smirking.
Alistair's eyes gleamed with wicked intent as he surveyed Selene's bound and vulnerable form splayed out before him.
