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The command feels wrong, yet Memnon looks at me like a man who’s been given a second chance at life.

“Don’t read into this too deeply,” I caution. “Tonight—this is all just empty sex,” I insist, driving home my earlier point.

Memnon gives me a husky laugh as he closes the space between us. I tilt my head back to look at him, reminded all over again just how huge he is.

He leans in and presses a kiss to the point where my jaw meets my ear. “A lie you’d like to be true,” he breathes against my skin. His magic tugs at our clothes, pulling my dress up and over my head. He moves away from me while it comes off, his indigo magic removing his own attire.

There’s a fire beneath my skin, one the witch’s brew ignited and Memnon has only stoked, and at the sight of him adorned in only his tattoos, my desire spikes so sharply it’s almost painful.

I only have a moment to admire him in all his glorious nudity before he wraps an arm around my waist and drags the two of us onto my bed.

We’ve barely hit the mattress when Memnon pulls away and flips me so that my ass is in the air.

“On your hands and knees,” he commands.

I hate bossy men—hate them,I think as I do as he says.

You’re lying again,Memnon says, clearly overhearing thoughts that were not meant for him.

His hands go to my hips, gripping me fast. With a brutal thrust, he’s inside me once more.

I cry out, nearly coming from that contact alone.

He must sense how close I already am because he leans in and says, “Not yet, little witch. We have barely started having fun.”

He then proceeds to fuck me slowly, only giving me these shallow, teasing thrusts until my orgasm moves out of reach.

“You bastard,” I murmur.

The devil laughs at my back. “You have no idea.”

Once he’s sure I won’t immediately climax, he drapes his chest over my back and wraps a hand around my neck, his pace picking up just a little. “I’m going to take care of you,est amage,” he vows, “until every last need of yours is met. But in return, you’re going to listen to me. If you’re a good little witch, I’ll reward you for it.”

I feel the heavy brush of his magic against my clit, dragging me rapidly toward an orgasm. But just as quickly as the magic comes, it’s gone.

“And if you’re a bad little witch, I’ll give this pretty neck of yours a squeeze.”

Lightly, he constricts my breathing, and for reasons I don’t fully understand, that too brings me closer to orgasm.

“Memnon,” I moan.

He squeezes my neck again. “Naughty witch. You’re going to call mehusbandorsoul mate. Anything else gets punished.”

I’m the one with the power over him. I can stop this at any moment, yet I don’t stop it. I don’t even give it more than a passing thought.

The sorcerer’s hold loosens on my neck, but his thrusts slow again. Why is he slowing?

“Harder,” I insist.

He begins to pick up speed. “If you want more, then address me properly.”

I whimper, my pussy throbbing.

“Don’t be cruel—” Don’t say it, Selene. Don’t say it. Don’t— “Husband.”

There’s a rush of magic against my clit, and I nearly collapse against the sensation. Only Memnon’s bracing hand on my neck keeps me in place.

“Do you like that?” he says. “Tell me that your husband understands your needs like no other, and I will give this to you until you come.”