Gabriella and Celine looked scandalized. Clearly, the Dark One had captured them and humbled their powers. His threat to defile their purity was very much real and stared them in the face. They exchanged frightened glances.
On his end, Ethan grinned like a kid with unlimited access to candy. His fingers hovered inches from Gabriella, his breath quickening as he imagined the things he could do with her.
The angel's body was not only voluptuous from Promiscua standards, but it was something out of the world, literally. At seven feet, she was a scaled version of the regular woman. The Cromwell heir took his time fantasizing about being smothered by her massive breasts, straddled between her thick thighs, and getting asphyxiated amidst her pancake buttcheeks.
Gabriella noticed his lewd expression and strained against the chains helplessly. Her cloak was torn open to reveal the swell of her massive breasts, only a heavencloth bikini armor holding them together.
