Dear Devil
And yet he was her enemy.
Doing this with an enemy was a sin. Especially when the enemy was the Devil himself.
“No man has made me cry in pleasure… or satisfied me,” she whispered, brushing her fingers lightly over his hardness. Finn’s eyes darkened, his arousal sharpening further as her fingers teased the slit of his hard cock. “And since I’m already in pain, I’m not looking to add more.” She smiled playfully, pulling her fingers back, teasing, and began to turn away. “A pill is better than a man.” she added.