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All of him. Their distance was barred only by the length of which the wall could separate their mouths. Soto could be beautiful if he wished to be. She had seen the curve in his back, the tightened muscles that wrapped around his chest, the ripples that formed in his flank. 

A mauled, torn face and muddied paws that could rake her into the cell and tear her at the limbs there. The demon watched his chest lead into his belly, down his waist, and the foul pride of a man's ego, barren to only her eyes. Her eyes only. 

A shadow shrieked to run into her pupils. Visions danced pretty in her head, and rattled their way into her pretty throat that then laughed pure. Vile.

The color that roamed his voice was olive.

Scenting his nose from whatever distance she could close, a smile finally played across her mouth. Then, a fantasizing nod that communicated where words did not. Wishing to bind the prisoner in her own flesh, or perhaps feel her own be torn apart from her skin. Yes.