Compilation Of Short Stories
It was a scene straight from the most vivid of her fantasies.
“This is what I offer,” Sorin said, now standing close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his body. “Every fantasy given form. Every desire fulfilled. Your world is grey, little librarian. I can make it blaze with colour. All I ask in return is what you will not miss in your long, mundane life. Your soul.”
It was a monstrous proposition. But his voice was a caress, and his eyes promised pleasures she could barely conceive. The warmth in her belly had become a throbbing ache between her legs. She was already wet, her body betraying her with its immediate, fervent consent.