UNDER THE GOTH LIGHTS of the chambers, Rafel emerged again from the shadows with his [Bond] in tow. The girl was too damn lush for a man's eyes, or sanity. Aya Naamah was the kind of sexy that could make a pirate, at sea for an odyssey, refuse a Viking's loot for the chance of a night with her.
Rafel pulled her out of the shadows into her own luxury room by the tresses of her enchanting dark hair. Still coming off his [Hell mode] trait, Rafel was quite savage in his use of her. He tossed her around the place, making her wobble in her heels.
Rafel dragged her to the first seat he could find; a stool by the home bar. With the way things were going, he wasn't sure they'd make it to the bed. His cock reared to be deep inside the warm slave.
"Dominus!" Aya gasped as he pushed her to the floor.