A shiver trickled down his spine with the way Samuel said his name. He could feed for hours on the lust of humans, but they never filled him with such euphoria. They never set every fiber of his being on fire with a simple touch. He loved it: the intense reactions Samuel provoked in him. If only his lovely angel could stop by more frequently for such wonderful playtimes. If lust was his drug of choice, then Samuel was his ultimate high, because it went beyond that, crossing the line into love.
He loved an angel.
And the worldview of how wrong that was only made it more exciting.
More delightfully sinful.
By now Samuel was whimpering, his eyes blazing, and Flynn considered setting him free, curious to see what would happen next. But there was still more teasing to be unleashed first.
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