Daemon’s POV

Silence.

Then that voice, smooth and dark like silk soaked in venom.

“Gentle?” he purred. “She wants the storm, Daemon. She wants to be broken open. Filled. Claimed.”

I couldn’t help it. I let out a groan, thick with need. Pictures currently clouded my mind, so real I felt. I could see Penelope arching beneath me, eyes glazed with lust, her mouth parted as she whispered my name. Her thighs trembling around me. Her claws raking into my back, nails digging deeper into my ...