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“Earning your trust.” Another step, another button undone. “You know now that I never had any interest in Emily.”
Dorothy bumped against an oddly shaped chair that looked disturbingly like a torture device, altering her retreat without taking her attention away from him. “You forget I had a bird’s eye view of just how interested you are in everyone. Why should Emily be any different?”
He slipped the shirt off, and Dorothy swallowed. Goddess, he was a beautiful man. The ruby amulet lay against his lean, smooth chest, his stomach muscles rippling with his slow, deliberate movements as he continued to stalk her.
“I was never intimate with any of them. You saw that with your own eyes. They were an experiment. A curiosity I indulged in to help me gauge your appetites and show you mine. Don’t lie and tell me you didn’t enjoy every minute of our nightly show.”
“Who’s lying?” Dorothy heard the sound of rushing of water and looked behind her. He’d backed her into a room with a small waterfall. Steam rose from the heated pool at its base. This was the kind of bath a woman could die happy in. But first she had to know.
“And Kansas?”
“He was fated to be the king’s consort and so I sent the storm. Yes, I was attracted to him. And yes, I joined them in their bed. Only once, but I refuse to hide it from you. That is what you wanted to know, yes?”
The waterfall blurred before her eyes. “Yes.”
“Look at me, Dorothy. Please.”
He was naked. Gloriously, unashamedly aroused, and looking at her as if she were the only thing he wanted in the universe. If only she could believe that.
He held out his arms. “I stand here before you, Zenamulous of the Crow Warriors, born from a line of wizards dating back to the time of Transformation. I have never used my magic to increase my wealth or power, though occasionally I have used it to increase another’s pleasure. I have never repressed my passions, but I’ve never forced them on the unwilling.”
His chin lifted proudly, but Dorothy could see a hint of vulnerability darken his gaze. “And from the moment I saw your picture, I knew you were mine. Knew I had to be near you and know you. From the first moment I was lost. You are the only one I want.”
He wouldn’t use words or powers to woo her, wouldn’t take her in his arms or sweep her off her feet. She could sense that she would have to make the next move. She would have to choose to trust him or not.
In spite of her pique, her insecurities and his past, the choice wasn’t hard at all. Hadn’t she ridden a storm to find him? A few steps were nothing after that. She stopped directly in front of him and, with one twist of her fingers, the blanket she was wearing fell silently to the floor.
“Don’t let me wrong about you.”
His hot look scorched her skin. His nostrils flared when she laid one tentative hand on his bare shoulder, skimming it down his arm to wrap around his wrist. She lifted his hand and covered it with her own as it cupped her breast.
Dorothy closed her eyes, reveling in his touch. She hadn’t been sure she’d ever see him again.
“None of that.” Z’s low command startled her. “Open your eyes. I want you to see everything. To feel your gaze as I make you come again and again.”
His words had her trembling, arousal coating her sex and heating her thighs. He inhaled and groaned. “Makers, you smell amazing. I don’t think I can wait to taste you.”
He knelt in front of her and she gasped, grabbing at his shoulders as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her clit. He spread the lips of her pussy wide and flattened his tongue against her, as if he were absorbing her into his blood stream.
Z growled against her sex, the vibration weakening her knees until she was leaning heavily against him, her body bowing over his, hair grazing his back. He grabbed her waist, pulling her down to the floor and lifting her legs over his shoulders.
She felt a moment’s insecurity. Her body was totally visible, completely open to him. He sensed her hesitation. “You have the most sensual body I’ve ever seen. Soft curves of silk and cream. I could drown in you. You are a goddess, sweet Dorothy. My goddess. Let me worship you.”
Her head fell back against the cool floor as he disappeared between her legs. She gasped when his tongue thrust inside her sex, his palms spreading her ass cheeks wide, opening her completely to him.
When his thumb, damp with her juices, pressed against her ass, she jerked in surprise. Hadn’t she touched herself while imagining him inside her just like that? Wasn’t that one of her fantasies?
How did he know?
He pushed through the tight muscles with the thick digit, biting her inner thigh at her groan. “No one has ever touched you here.”
It wasn’t a question.
“I will. I want you on your knees, begging for my cock in your ass. I could come just thinking about how you’ll feel around me. You’re so tight, sweet, but you can take me. You will take me.”
He twisted his thumb inside her, and she screamed at the fullness.
“Not yet. Now I want to feel you come against my tongue.”
