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lightning—quicksilver, white-hot. Jagged and powerful.
    Then, on a savage curse, his mouth crushed down on hers.

CHAPTER NINE
    He didn’t realize how thorough Ashayla’s conquest of him was until he’d been holding her in shaking arms, demanding her submission. Christ, pleading for it.
    When she said the words out loud—that sweet, breathless admission that she wanted him, needed him inside her—Sorin nearly roared his pleasure.
    Claiming her mouth with his, he let his passion for her take the reins.
    He shifted his weight off her so he could let his hands roam freely over her warm, creamy skin. From her delicate throat to the hard-peaked nipples of her sumptuous breasts. Then down the soft plane of her abdomen to the tantalizing rise of her mound and its trim little nest of gossamer curls.
    Sorin groaned as her silky wetness met his questing fingertips. “So ready for me,” he murmured roughly against her mouth. Her juices slicked his fingers as he teased her cleft and clit. Her breath deepened, and the warm peaches-and-cream scent of her arousal filled his head, more potent than any drug. “I have to taste you, Asha.”
    He moved down the delectable length of her body, pausing to lavish her breasts with hungry kisses, drawing on her nipple with his tongue and teeth until she was writhing beneath him, her spine arching into him in a demand for more.
    Her eager response set his pulse on fire. Need drummed wildly in his veins, Ashayla’s desire calling to the demon in him like no other woman had done before.
    On a wordless growl, Sorin tore his mouth away from her breasts to trace a line of kisses down her soft belly, then over each generous flare of her hip bones.
    She gasped as he delved lower still, then cried out when he cleaved his tongue into the satiny folds of her sex. “Mmm,” he moaned against her tender flesh. “Peaches and cream…I want to lap up every last drop of you, my sweet Asha.”
    His palms on the tender insides of her thighs, he spread her open to him even more, feasting his eyes on her carnal beauty before lowering his head to her again. Hungrily, mercilessly, he licked her, suckled her, drew her deep into his mouth. She quivered and writhed, then bucked and shuddered as he drove her toward climax.
    “Sorin,” she moaned, her body tensing under his sensual assault. “Oh, fuck, Sorin…please…I can’t hold on much longer.”
    He wasn’t sure he could last long either. The taste of her, the scent of her, the searing, silken feel of her against his mouth as she rode his tongue with erotic abandon…all of it had his heart rate pounding, his cock on fire, ready to explode.
    But he wanted her pleasure first, before he buried himself in her and filled her with the full measure of his desire. She sucked in a thready breath as he pushed his tongue inside her tight entrance. Her hands came down on his head, fingers clutching at his hair as she moaned his name and held his mouth to her as the first shock wave of her climax rippled through her and into him.
    Sorin drank it down, that pure, potent power of her release.
    He was Incubus, and this moment was the thing he lived for. The surge of energy that fed him, sustained him, the way mundane food and drink never fully could.
    That it was Ashayla’s orgasm pouring into him now only made their connection all the more intense. It felt sacred to him, more priceless than any treasure he could ever hope to possess.
    She was sacred to him. In a way he was scarcely prepared to admit, even to himself.
    And that fact shook him to his core.
    His hands were reverent on her as he stroked her swollen bud, gentling her back down to Earth. When he could wait no longer, he let go of her hips, then slowly rose onto his knees between her parted thighs.
    His cock stood proud, the thick staff blood-engorged, ready to burst. She reached down to stroke him and he closed his eyes, a pleasured hiss leaking out of him. Then Ashayla scrambled up from where she lay,