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You’d be justified doing so.Memnon groans, thrusting a bit deeper into my mouth.I enjoyed cruelly teasing you.

I’m tempted, I say, my own core still throbbing as I release him from my mouth.But what I really want,est xsaya, is to see you lose control inside me.

Memnon is breathing heavily, staring down at me from where he leans. In the moonlight, his eyes glint like coins, his scar a darker shadow than the rest. He looks as though he were born from the darkness, the angles of his features sharp and wicked.

“I wanted to wait until you didn’t hate me so much,” he says softly.

Is that why he’s always stopped short of sex with me? If so, that’s…annoyingly noble.

I shake my head. “I called you here tonight for some quick, meaningless sex,” I say. “If you’re not up for that, you can leave.” It hurts to say this last part, but my arousal will pass. I’m not going to use our bond to force him to stay if he doesn’t want to.

Memnon crouches in front of me, not bothering to pull up his pants and tuck himself away.

“Est amage, you and I both know I don’t do fast fucks, and I definitely don’t do meaningless ones.” He regards me for a long moment. “I can eat you out until sunrise and beyond, but if you want me inside you, those are my terms.”

I narrow my gaze at him, my breath ragged. “You do know I can command you.” I think he’s forgotten who has the upper hand here.

He tilts my chin. “Then command me,” he challenges. “I willingly gave you that power over me.” Memnon stares at me a little longer. “Otherwise,those are my terms.” When I don’t say anything, he leans in. “I think, even caught up in whatever potion you’ve taken, youdostill want deep connection, and you want to feel safe when everything else is out of control.” He pauses for a moment. “That’s all I ask for, Empress.”

There is a lot of nuance to his demands; it would probably be simpler if I sent Memnon away or stuck to oral. I don’t want that.

My eyes drop to his lips. “Kiss me,” I breathe.

In an instant, his mouth is on mine. His lips are a memory, and with every stroke of them, I awaken. I’m Roxilana, and I am Selene.

“Do you still want me?” he whispers against my lips.

I nod against him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He grins against me, pleased, so pleased. Like he’s gotten everything he wants. His hands hook beneath my arms, and he lifts me up, twisting us so that it’s my back that hits the tree. The sorcerer lifts me high, high up over him, his magic twisting around my waist and beneath my thighs to keep me pinned there. I stare down at his face, confused at why I’m so much higher than even he is.

Until, of course, I realize my pussy is eyelevel for him.

“Nice panties,” he says a moment before he snaps them off. “Now, legs over my shoulders,” he commands.

“Wait, what?” I say dazedly. “I want you to fuck me.”

He leans forward and nips my dress and what he can of my pussy, and I yelp, bucking against him.

“We’ll get to that eventually.” He gives my ass a squeeze. “Over my shoulders, feisty witch,” he says again.

I do as he says before I can think better of it, only slightly miffed that he’s the one bossing me around.

He steps in close, forcing my legs farther apart. While his magic holds me in place, his hands caress the outsides of my thighs, pushing my dress up to my waist.

Cold air hits my pussy.

“Memnon,” I gasp, staring down at him.

“Hold on to my hair,est amage. I want to feel your pussy grinding against my face.”

Goddess, but he’s such a dirty talker. My chest is heaving faster and faster with my arousal. The anticipation has taken me right to the edge. He could barely touch me, and it would set me off.

My hands thread through his hair. Flashing me a hungry look, he leans forward.

Mere inches from my core, I tug on that hair of his, pulling him away.

“Mercy, little witch, do you want to feel good or not?”