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Rising onto tiptoes, I wrap a hand around his neck and pull him to me. Gently, I graze my lips over the inked animal. Long ago, he got the tattoo in honor of Ferox, my familiar. My heart squeezes at the memory.

Memnon’s hand comes up, holding my face to his skin, like he wants to keep me there forever.

“Est amage,” he says softly, reverently, his free hand lightly stroking up and down my bare arm.

“I don’t want to command you,” I whisper into his ear. That’s whathewants. I want him to be at my mercy in an entirely different way.

So when I pull away, my hands slip to his pants, and I undo the button at the top.

“Selene,” he says, his voice roughened with surprise. He captures my wrists, trying to stop me. He can have my wrists. I don’t need them for what I’m about to do.

My magic rolls out of me, unzipping his pants and tugging them and what he wears beneath down his legs.

“When was the last time someone bowed to you,est xsaya?”My king.

Memnon goes preternaturally still, and when I meet his eyes, his expression is feral.

“Selene,” he says again, and his voice holds a dangerous edge.

He wants control? He wants strategy? He won’t getanyof it right now.

I drop to my knees, my wrists still caught in his grip. The throb in my core has reached a fever pitch. I don’t know if it’s possible to come from arousal alone, but apparently I want to find out.

The sorcerer’s erection juts out proudly, a bead of precum glistening in the darkness. I have countless memories of takinghim in my mouth, yet I’ve technically never experienced it in this life. That strange contrast only sharpens my desire.

I lean forward, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. Memnon hisses in a breath. I draw my tongue up his slit, the taste of him nearly sending me. Shit, I might actually come this way.

“Selene,” he groans, his hips jerking forward of their own accord.

I take him deeper into my mouth.

Better than memory. So much better.

He still holds my arms captive, and honestly, it’s doing nothing but heightening my own arousal.

I pull away from his cock long enough to say, “If you don’t want this, release me.”

I stare up at him, waiting. His hands flex on my wrists but don’t let go. “Selene, you are the one who needs?—”

“I needthis,” I interrupt. “I need you.”

With that, I lean in, taking Memnon’s cock as deep in my mouth as I can.

“Gods, Empress,” he curses as his hips begin to move in tandem with my mouth, “Feels like heaven. I’d almost forgotten.”

I smile around him, pleased by his reaction—pleased by him.

Slowly, I retreat from his cock until only the head of him remains in my mouth. Then I move back up his shaft, enjoying the feel of him against my tongue. I fall into a rhythm, one that has my own core throbbing harder and harder. The longer I work him, the more my jaw burns with the effort. Even that ache is familiar. And somehow, the memory of it is breaking my heart and filling it up all at once.

Through our bond, I sense his knees growing weak. My desire roars in my veins, but through our connection, I also catchwisps of the pleasure I’m giving him. My breasts feel too heavy, and the ache between my thighs pounds harder than ever.

Memnon finally releases my wrists so he can dig his fingers into my hair. “My queen, my mate, this is rapture…cannot last much longer.”

I can sense it too. Goddess, I can. It’s stoking the heat inside me, ratcheting it up and up.

I should leave you unfinished like this,I tell him, running my hands up his thick thighs. Feels so damn good.Just as you left me so many nights.

He’d sent me so many sex dreams, edging me without release night after night.