With each scream, each willing submission to pleasure, she would feed the dark magic needed to destroy the evil that had ripped her life apart. And she hated herself for loving it. XXX Elara knew her charm spells were potent; no man had ever resisted her before. “Marcus!” Elara screamed, her voice breaking, the pleasure too intense to contain. Frustration gnawed at her, no matter how much she studied the text the tome would not yield its secrets. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body writhing beneath him as he controlled every movement, every sensation.
