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His tongue delves into my opening, and he groans, presumably at the taste of me, his grip tightening on my thighs. But it’s his reaction that drives me wild, and my hips buck against him, searching out more of it.

It feels as though he’s everywhere, his lips grazing all that sensitive flesh, his tongue inside me, his fingers or his magic stroking the rest of my skin.

That’s all it takes.

Arching my back, I come with a cry, my legs tightening around Memnon’s head.

He groans again, either from the echo of my orgasm across our bond or my physical response to it. His tongue laps up my climax, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I am boneless in his arms.

Only then does Memnon lift himself from my pussy, the lamplight casting his face into stark relief. The shadows outlinethe jagged scar on the side of his face and the almost-feral gleam in his eyes.

I’m still bared for him, and between my fluids and his tongue, there’s enough gathered wetness for him to merely grip one of my hips and sink himself into me in a single fluid stroke.

It’s my turn to moan as his cock stretches me.

He begins to move, his strokes gathering power and intensity, his hips surging forward almost punishingly fast. Memnon’s magic slithers out of him again, brushing against my breasts and delving into my hair. I can feel it shifting my long locks. My own power comes out then, lured by Memnon’s, our magic mingling into one.

He withdraws, pulling away just long enough for his magic to flip me onto my stomach. Before I can fully process this new position, he pulls back my hips and, with a single brutal thrust, spears into me again, causing me to gasp.

From this new angle, he unleashes himself, pumping his hips harder, faster, his cock continuing to stretch me. Even in intimacy, there’s a new edge. Memnon is more powerful, more magical, and more merciless, and it’s as though he’s driving himself punishingly hard, all in search of that edge of sweetness that laced our previous touches.

He wraps my hair in his fist, pulling my head back.

“Beg me for your next orgasm,” he breathes against my ear.

I turn to him, my eyes catching on his scar.“No.”

His smile is downright malevolent. “I was hoping you’d fight me.”

Memnon releases my hair, my locks falling in a curtain around my face and shoulders. He retreats to where we’re joined; only now, his magic pours out of him. It snakes over my skin, curling around my breasts and between my thighs. The touches against my nipples are featherlight, as though his magic is aware of how sensitive they are. But the strokes at the sensitivenub of skin are merciless and, combined with Memnon’s deep thrusts, sensation rapidly climbs within me.

My hands dig into the blankets beneath us, and I twist them in my grip. My orgasm is right there, no more than a few breaths away.

All at once, however, Memnon stills inside me, and his magic falls away from my body.

“Memnon,” I practically weep.

His hand splays against my lower belly as he drapes himself over my back.

His lips brush against the shell of my ear. “Beg me.”

I bow my head, panting heavily, but I don’t speak. After a few moments, he begins to move again, and his magic resumes its maddening caresses.

Again, I climb. And again, when I’m on the precipice of my climax, sensation recedes like the tide.

I growl in frustration. “Damnit, Memnon.”

He laughs, his hand sliding lower down my abdomen, one long finger pressing against that sensitive fold of skin.“Beg.”

I hiss in a breath against that one touch, then grind my teeth together. Stubbornly, I refuse to say anything.

I feel, rather than see, Memnon’s grin, and I know my damnable husband is enjoying tormenting me. I take little comfort from the fact that this must be tormenting him as well.

Once more, he resumes driving himself into me, faster and faster. “Shall we do this all night?” he says. “I can get creative.”

The possibility of being relentlessly teased for hours sounds excruciating. Already, I’m ready to weep at the throb between my legs and the delicious ache deep within my core. I’m an inferno burning up from within. Hotter and hotter and?—

Memnon slows his movements.