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He grinned, enjoying my game. “That depends?”

I canted my head in question.

“Who doyouwant your partner to be?” His eyes flashed with mischief.

Suddenly, I found myself rolled and pinned.

“Am I the neglected husband who must take his pleasure quickly before my wife falls asleep or the younglings escape the dungeon?” He ground his impressive erection against my core, grinding in rhythm that made me breathless before grabbing my breast in a rushed manner that had a rare giggle threatening to emerge.

“Or am I the coarse farmhand, eager to experience anything the milkmaid will allow me to get away with?” He plumped my abused breast, then feasted on my puckered nipple. His skillful tongue circled, laving, tempting me in a way no simple laborer could pull off.

Desire pooled at my center, heat flooding my veins. I grasped his silken hair, arching my spine. “Farmhand,” I gasped. “Definitely the farmhand.”

“Or perhaps I’m the dashing descendant of a god?” He nuzzled a path along my ribs, his lips brushing my skin, and I held my breath.

“A divine being thrust into a strange world?” Across my stomach, he burned a trail of heated kisses and gentle nips.

“Determined to ravish any sorceress who dares to make me her captive?” His tempting mouth brushed my center, his warm breath penetrated my undergarment. Over the hated fabric that separated us, he nuzzled the sweetest of places.

“Divine,” I croaked. “I was wrong. You are definitely divine.”

At my admission, my vampire dragged the offensive barrier aside and slid his tongue the length of my slick channel.

“Ah!” I tossed my head. Every nerve ending between my legs lit up at the attention.

“If I were truly a god, would you pray to me?” He teased with a long stroke that had me writhing.

“Pray?” I gasped, confusion swirling through the lusty haze in my mind.

His talented tongue paused in its ministration, firm hands tightening on my thighs, and I wanted to cry at the loss.

“Pray to me, little thief,” he commanded.

I discovered I’d do just about anything in that moment. “Please, my lost king, my divine vampire.” The second I caved, he set back in, laving, stroking, tormenting. Words left mymouth. What? I hadn’t a clue. He was my imaginary husband, my fantasy lover, my heavenly conqueror.

“Close. I’m so close. So—” Stars exploded behind my eyes. Sparks erupted along my nerve endings. Victor’s hungry groan rang in my ears as he wrenched every pulse, every ripple of bliss from me.

Fabric rent, clothing shuffled, and Victor’s heated flesh pressed against mine, skin on skin. I curled my legs around his naked hips, caressing his shoulders.

VICTOR

Runa’s orgasm was the sweetest of victories. In that moment, I truly felt like a divine being. Over the centuries, sex had been a necessity, a political advancement, or the consummation of a pact. It had never beenthis.

With Runa, my pulse raced, my heart skipped, and my soul sang. Together, we were witty, playful, and passionate.

Real.

This was what I’d been missing with my perfunctory coupling. Despite the game we’d played, Runa was my devoted wife, my dream lover, my seductive sorceress. Everything I’d desired, yet didn’t know I needed.

In my moment of distraction, I ended up pinned beneath my curvaceous conquer.

Runa peered down at me. A predatory glint blazed in her eyes. Slim fingers curled around my throbbing cock and a low growl rumbled in my throat.

“Tell me, what am I to do with this divine king that I’ve captured?”

At the first tempting stroke of her skilled hand, my eyes rolled back.

“Shall I pull him from the jaws of a hungry beast and lock him up in shackles?”