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A wave of power and pleasure crashed into her, pushing her back against the wall. She heard a distant cry. Hers? She spoke; she didn’t know what she said. She only knew she wanted all of him.
What she heard clearly was his triumphant growl in her ear. “Yes.”
His ethereal darkness spun through her. She felt like she was floating on the current of his magic. But his grip on her thighs was firm, real, lifting and spreading her open. His body was solid, bracing her against the stone.
As the next wave of his magic flooded her, his hard length drove inside her with all his physical power. Amid the vast haze of pleasure in her body, her awareness narrowed to that vivid point of their joining. His head gliding into her wetness as naturally as his magic coursed through her veins. His thickness stretching her, pushing through her resistance, turning painful tightness to exquisite pressure.
She let her head fall back with a wanton moan, reveling in the feeling of him embedded in her, so deep, holding her to the wall. “You’ve ruined me. No mortal could fill me like this.”
He smiled down at her, his fangs at their fullest. “No one but my Grace could devour me like this.”
“Remind me I’m a heretic,” she said. “Remind me I’ll be a Hesperine.”
“You’re already one of us,” he rasped. “You feast on me so well.”
He bared his throat to her. Her channel tightened around his shaft in reflex. Goddess, yes, she was so far from human anymore.
She struck his throat. Oh, Goddess, it felt so good to bite. So right. She canted her hips to welcome his reflexive thrust. They ground against the wall together as she dragged wave after wave of magic out of him, sucking on his throat.
His power came more easily to her each time, surging harder into her. This was the greatest temptation of all, this satisfaction she knew she could give him. This power she had over him.
His fingers dug into her thighs, and he pumped faster between her legs. Pushing her higher. She felt the sharp, teasing edge just before her release. But he was even closer. She knew his body. She heard the way he was panting like a mortal.
She felt boneless in his grip, held up by his penetration and the current of his magic. She couldn’t concentrate enough to harness that current to drive him over the edge. So she surrendered to it even more, giving her body over to his hold, giving her senses over to her hunger.
The floodgates of his magic opened wider. He said her name, a surprised groan, and drove into her one more time, his whole body rigid with effort. Yes, yes, he was about to lose control first.
But then his fangs sank into the sensitive flesh of her throat. She cried out at the shock of pleasure that made her core clench around him.
The quiver of her near-release broke into climax. She dissolved into shameless moans. An instant later, he pulsed inside her, and his uncontrolled power shattered into her. She writhed on his shaft, shuddering between him and the wall, and glutted herself on him.
She wasn’t sure how long it took for her senses to surface from the flood of sensation and magic. She returned to awareness with her face resting on his shoulder, cradled on his lap. “Did I…faint?”
He was sitting on the parapet with his back propped against the crenelations. He caressed her face, his hand stroking all the way down to her breast and her too-sensitive nipple. “No. You were just…lost in the moment.”
If she’d had a scrap of energy left in her, the sight of him grinning like that, with his hair disheveled and her blood smeared through his beard, would have made her want to eat him again.
“Yes, do please eat me like that again,” he said, and she knew her thoughts were an open book to him in this state.
She let him see what she had in mind for her next feast on him. The thought of having him taut and silken in her mouth made her wish her knees weren’t jelly, so she could kneel right now. “Next time, I will succeed in making you lose control first.”
His long lashes dipped, hooding his gleaming eyes. “I look forward to you trying.”
“Challenge accepted.”
He raised a brow at her. “Do you feel less betrothed to Flavian at the moment?”
Laughter erupted out of her, and it took her a few moments to stop. “What betrothal? All I remember is you growling in my ear.”
His brows drew together. “Growling? I would never growl at you.”
“It was definitely a growl.”
He appeared quite taken aback, as if he were having a philosophical debate with himself. “I associate growling with predatory behavior.”
“In this case, it was only associated with a hungry Hesperine.” She put her mouth to his ear. “I liked it.”
When she pulled back to look at his face again, his troubled expression had been replaced by something else. She had put the most endearing blush on her Hesperine’s cheeks.
