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At that firm pressure, I fell. My body shuddered, I might have called out his name, and all the while, he guided me through it with his words, his fingers, his mouth, until I was nothing but a soaked puddle on the floor.

When the aftershocks finally settled, he pulled his fingers out, and I whined in disappointment at the emptiness they left behind.

“Don’t worry, Glory. We’re not finished yet.” His hands scaled up my sides and around my waist as he pressed against me. “We’re only getting started.”

Cammon

XXXIV

I was so hard I didn’t know if I had any blood left in the rest of my body.

This woman had twisted me so far inside and out that the rest of my identity had been stripped away and all that was left was my need to serve her. To deliver the pleasure I’d promised and to make sure she felt as safe as I’d sworn she was.

That latter promise had kept me riveted on every minor reaction of hers. Every breath, every sound, every twitch of her body. Whenever I’d detected a hint of a drop in her pleasure, I’d shifted my focus until it rose again. The flavour of her unrestrained desire, sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted, clouded around me, feeding me, fuelling me, and I was careful about how much I consumed, knowing how easy it would be to overindulge in the delicacy. She had put herself in my care, and there was no way I was going to leave her disappointed.

I rolled her onto her hands and knees, and she pressed her palms against the floor. As I settled into position behind her, almost panting with need, I kept my hands steadying but gentle so she’d know I was watching over her. Her body was still trembling with the intensity of her orgasm, and I didn’t know if I was more proud of myself for bringing her to that point or of her for allowing herself to drop her guard so far.

I’d thought I’d hit my peak of pleasure back in the vampire’s cavern, but this—this was transcendent. To know that I had been the one to bring her to this place of pure freedom. Nothing would ever compare.

I hadn’t known if she’d be able to do it. As soon as I’d found that blindfold in our pack—Kalla’s idea of a joke, no doubt—I’d known I wanted to use it. To guide this beautiful goddess through the darkness of her desire. But the way she’d reacted to it had shifted the purpose of my need. Yes, I wanted her to enjoy herself—more than I wanted to enjoy another glass of brandy for the rest of my life—but more than that, I wanted her to trust me. I hadn’t realized how badly I wanted it until that moment, and I’d had no choice but to do something about it.

And here we were. She’d chosen to put her faith in me, and the honour meant more to me than any treasure I’d discovered over the past ten years.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her up so she straddled my thighs. She leaned her weight against me, squirming so much my cock twitched against her ass. Not a conscious move on her part, but I didn’t intend to let it go unpunished.

I clucked my tongue and nuzzled her neck with my nose. “Move again like that, mage, and I’ll get you dressed.”

She froze so swiftly I suspected it was a purely primal reaction, and my response was nearly to spill myself all over her ivory skin. Her need for me was overwhelming. But I had more self-control than that.

I thrust my hips upwards as I dragged my hands down her front. Over the mounds of her perfect breasts, the flatness of her stomach, down to her hips, where I stopped and squeezed the flesh between my fingers. I pressed harder against her, glorying in the delicious friction and in the subtle movements of her body as she attempted to angle herself just so.

The scent of her skin and sweat and desire filled my nose, coated my palate, clouded my every thought. I ran my lips down the column of her neck and slowly thrust against her again. My need was too great. The idea of waiting, of torturing myself for the sake of drawing out her pleasure, was untenable. My sanity—my next breath—hinged on being inside her.

“Do you want me, mage?” I growled in her ear, wanting to hear the words before I went any further but certain I would combust if she said no.

“Was I not clear enough, princeling?” she asked in a breathless voice just shy of a moan. “I’m doubting your ability to fulfill your promise if you can’t follow one simple instruction.”

I grinned against her neck as more of my blood raced south. For a woman who claimed to have little experience with demons, her challenge spoke directly to my nature. I had been born to consume and tempt and corrupt, to draw out people’s basest desires and make them long to experience them again and again and again until they had nothing left to give. And while my training and my admiration for Glory kept her safe from any permanent change, that wouldn’t stop me from inviting her into the temporary oblivion of absolute pleasure.

I used my hands to widen her legs, exposing her to the emptiness of the rocky tunnel. We were alone here, but with the blindfold on, she had to feel vulnerable. And as her arousal ran over my thigh, I bowed my forehead against her hair, loving that her vulnerability had translated into lust.

I reached my fingers around her hip, dragged them down between her legs, and slipped one inside her. She pushed against my hand, and this time I didn’t call her on it. I wanted her to express herself, to find her passion on her terms. I wanted to learn what made her scream, what made her wet. I wanted to crawl inside her head and discover every pleasure and every aversion, and then create an experience that made it impossible for her to be with another man and not think of me—or ever be with another man again.

This wish took me by surprise, but I didn’t question it. The very idea of her being with anyone else, of her sinking her fangs into any other fool’s neck, sent a red haze over my vision. We weren’t bonded, so I had no claim on her, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t imprint myself on every inch of her delicious body.

While my one hand readied her for me, the other explored her breasts, teasing her nipples, testing various pressures to see what evoked what noises, and when her squirming became too much, I slid my hand up to her throat and palmed it.

She stilled beneath my touch, her breath sped up, and the wave of desire that danced over my taste buds was so potent I had to bite down on a groan.

Saying nothing, unable to form a single syllable even if I’d wanted to tease her again, I pulled my soaked fingers out of her, grabbed hold of my shaft, and guided it to her opening. Slipped the tip in. And waited.

When Glory whimpered and attempted to take more of me, I moved with her, preventing her. Her whimper turned into a growl, and I revelled in it. Gently, I applied more pressure to her throat. The faintest of squeezes. Nothing more than a reminder that until she said otherwise, she was mine to do with as I willed. She swallowed against my palm but heeded my silent command. I patted her hip in approval, and another trickle of arousal slipped around the head of my cock. Despite myself, I slid in another inch. She was too good. Too ready. Too perfect.

My breaths came short and shallow, and with my chest pressed against her back, I noted how they matched hers. Our breathing, our heartbeats, our lust was in sync—and suddenly I couldn’t stand that our bodies weren’t as well.

Throwing all my sinful seductions away, I tightened my grip on her and tugged her down until I was fully sheathed in her warmth.

I squeezed my eyes shut and for a moment could only sit with the sensation. The made-for-me feeling of this woman taking a part of me into her.