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Back in my own body, still entwined in the devil’s snare, I tried to lighten the heavy, charged atmosphere between us.

“You know, you left us right when things were getting good back there.”

Arisya’s lips curved into a familiar smirk, sending heat skittering down my spine.

“Did I now?” She trailed her fingertips down my side, each point of contact sparking like lightning against my overheated skin.

“I suppose I’ll have to make it up to you.”

I shivered as her hands mapped the curves and planes of my body, lingering in all the places she knew drove me wild.

The touch was different in this form, every sensation magnified, my nerves singing with a fierce, desperate ache.

“I missed this,” I admitted, voice ragged.

“Missed you. Missed us.”

“Oh, Kaelen.” Arisya’s expression softened, full of tenderness and remembered passion.

“I never stopped missing you. Never stopped loving your body, your mind, your spirit.”

Her magic pulsed around us, within us, tugging at my core.

It felt as if she were reaching into my very soul, filling me up until I thought I might burst from the intensity of it.

Pleasure coursed through my veins, building and building as her power sang in harmony with the frantic beat of my heart.

“Please,” I whimpered, straining against my bonds.

I was aflame, consumed by the need for more—more of her touch, her kiss, her everything.

“Please, Ari, I need ...”

“I know, love. I know.” Arisya’s hands skated lower, brushing the curves of my breasts, the quivering plane of my stomach.

Lower still, until her clever fingers were stroking me exactly where I craved her most.

“I’ll give you what you need. I’ll always give you what you need.”

I cried out at the first touch, back arching as much as the devil’s snare would allow.

The pressure was exquisite, maddening, stoking the fire in my blood to an inferno.

I lost myself in her caress, in the wicked promise of her gaze, the whole world narrowing down to this single, shining moment.

To her.

To us.

“That’s it,” Arisya crooned, fingers moving in merciless, devastating circles.

“Just let go, my heart. I have you now. I’ll always have you.”

The oath pushed me over the edge and I shattered in her arms, stars bursting behind my eyelids as ecstasy ripped through me.

Arisya held me through it, whispering words of praise and devotion, her magic wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth as I slowly drifted back down to earth.

“I love you,” I murmured when I could speak again, the words ripped raw and bleeding from my chest.

“I don’t ever want to be without you again.”

“You won’t be,” Arisya vowed, sealing the promise with a kiss.

“From this moment on, we walk the same path, fight the same fight. And when the dust settles, when our enemies lie broken at our feet ...” Her smile was a blade, bright and vicious.

“The world will be ours for the taking.”

The air crackled with energy as Arisya’s fingertips grazed my skin, igniting a slow burn that spread through me like wildfire.

“I’ve always loved your form,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that wrapped around my heart.

Her touch was languid yet deliberate, every stroke sending ripples of magic pulsing against my body, enveloping me in warmth.

I felt her essence weaving around me—an intoxicating blend of sensation and sound that thrummed in tune with the very core of my being.

It was as if she were diving deeper than skin, swimming into my soul, pulling at the strings of pleasure that lay dormant within.

I gasped as she plucked my nipples, the sharp bite of sensation causing a whimper to escape my lips.

“More,” I begged, urgency threading through my voice.

With a wicked smile, she slid her hands down my torso, fingers dancing over my skin, tracing the curves that called to her.

My breath hitched as she ventured between my legs, and a wave of delight washed over me.

Every gentle coaxing of her touch sent me swooning, surrendering to the rhythm of her caress.

“Please …” The word fell from my lips, an offering filled with yearning.

"Just relax," she whispered, and I swore I heard her voice echoing all around me, a haunting melody inside my mind.

I longed to reach out, to feel her warmth against me, but the devil's snare of her magic held me tight, binding me to this moment.

Then, without warning, she descended, her mouth hot against my overheated skin, sending shivers racing down my spine. The world narrowed to just us; her warm breath, the delicate brush of her lips, and the sweet ache of anticipation. She took my nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling as soft wet sounds filled the room—each one a siren call urging me to lose myself further.

Her fingers found their way between my legs, teasing, exploring. As her thumb pressed against my nub, sparks ignited beneath her touch, and she slid her graceful fingers inside me. The sensations melded into a symphony of bliss, each note played perfectly to draw me deeper into her magic. I surrendered completely, caught in the web of her enchantment, entwined in pleasure and longing, lost in the depths of desire that only she could conjure.

Arisya’s fingers moved with a precision that stole my breath. Each stroke sent electric waves through me, teasing the edge of my pleasure until I felt like a taut string ready to snap. She curled her fingers deeper, and I gasped as she took me over the precipice, the world exploding in a kaleidoscope of sensations, her name tearing from my throat.

She shifted me, laying me out before her like an offering. Her gaze swept over me, intense and hungry. I could feel her magic wrapping around us, thick and palpable, weaving threads of desire that pulled tighter with every heartbeat.

Then, without breaking eye contact, she leaned down and licked me—her tongue a silken promise against my slick skin. My back arched involuntarily, a loud cry escaping my lips. The room was filled with the sound of my pleasure, echoing into the dark corners like a prayer. With each deliberate lap, she brought me closer to the edge again, my body writhing beneath her mastery.

When she finally mounted me, it was slow at first, sliding her wet heat against mine. Our slickened clits found each other, pulsing in rhythm, a dance of divine connection. I could barely process the sensations cascading through me—every thrust, every grind ignited something primal within.

"More," I begged, feeling her pleasure blend with mine, our moans intertwining in a symphony of ecstasy. I was already lost, teetering on the brink of another release when Arisya began to rock faster, her body moving with an elegance that took my breath away.

"Yes," I whispered, watching her eyes flutter shut in bliss, her sighs spilling forth like music. Each sound was sexy, elegant, and made me crave her even more. She pinched her nipple, and I felt a fresh wave of heat rush through me, igniting every nerve ending.

"Please," I urged, desperate for more of her, for the sensation of her body against mine, the sweet thrill of her being so close yet so perfectly unattainable. But she was in control—always in control.

"Hold on," she murmured, and then I felt it—a rush of warmth as she gushed against me, mingling our juices together, our bodies glistening with evidence of our shared pleasure.

As if sensing my mounting need, she reached for something. I caught a glimpse of the strap before she secured it around her waist, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Then she thrust inside me, filling me completely, teasing my clit in time with her movements.

"Harder," I pleaded, pulling her closer, urging her on as she pulled my hips against her. With each thrust, we climbed higher, the pressure building until I felt like I might burst. The world outside faded; all that existed was this moment, wrapped in magic and desire, two souls entwined in an endless spiral of pleasure.