'They don't sell their souls,' whispered Lasciel, leaning in a bit against him, the shifting angle cranking the pleasure up another notch. 'They give them away... and whether they die in the end, it makes no difference.'<br/><br/>Her hips pressed more tightly against his, working him deeper into her with a long moan of sheer pleasure. Then she let go of the back of the swing and ran her fingers along his arms, up and down, and around his ribs, before cupping her breasts and pushing them up to rub more against his chest. 'But you are not going to die, Samuel... Am I all you hoped for?'