“They say you can sing like the angels,” said Nervewracker as he ran his fingers over the Lark’s captive flesh. The placement and pressure and rhythm of his touches filled the heroine’s body with pleasure like she had never known.

“Let’s see if we can pull some devilish music from that throat of yours.”

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