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back,
urging him to take her with her sighs and eager caresses.
    Joe’s breath, already shorter, fell hot upon her
cheeks, and then his mouth closed over hers and she was lost. Their tongues
warred, their chests met, his fingers rubbed moisture around her opening, and
then he was pressing his cock inside, crowding the tender tissues, groaning
into her mouth.
    Lily slid her calves around his thighs and higher,
pressing his hips closer, pleading with her body for him to tunnel deeper.
    Joe’s thrusts were shallow, just deep enough to excite
her inner walls into releasing more cream to coat his thick cock. He rocked
inside the cradle of her thighs, ending each thrust with a little jerk.
    With her legs closing around his buttocks, she lifted
her hips off the mattress, squeezing, forcing him to drive deeper.
    Then she was shattering, climaxing so strongly, she
moaned and writhed beneath him.
    His mouth ate at hers, sucking on her tongue, biting
her lips, nuzzling under her chin—drinking her moans and giving them back with
his own deep, rumbling groans.
    Then he planted his hands on the bed and pushed up.
His eyes glittered in the dim light, the skin tautening over his flushed
cheeks. Beneath her heels she felt the flex of muscles in his buttocks as he
rocked forward, gliding his cock inside her so deep he rammed her cervix.
Another flex and he pulled out, then in, and out…
    Lily’s fingernails dug into his back, as she strained
upward, trying to meet each thrust—but he was too fast, too hard.
    And his face was changing. She watched in fascinated
horror as the bones of his forehead pushed outward, stretching his skin into a
frightening mask. His lips curled up to bare his teeth, which slid downward.
They gleamed white and menacing in the dark.
    Impossibly, she felt a second dark wave wash over her
and she held up her wrist to his mouth. “Drink! I want it all.”
    He bit into her wrist and her breath hissed on an
indrawn breath. He mouthed her flesh and sucked, his buttocks turning to steel,
his body and cock thickening. His powerful thrusts pushed her up the bed until
her head banged against the headboard. She reached with her free hand to brace
herself against it, and then all thought stopped.
    Only sensation registered in her brain—flames licked
at her loins, curling inside her belly, drawing breath and blood to her core
like a cold-hot ball of tension that curved her toes, pulled her legs higher,
and arched her back off the bed.
    As if from a distance, she heard a long, thready
scream and color burst like a fireball behind her closed lids.
    She came back to herself slowly, hearing her jagged
breaths loud inside her ears. Sweat cooled on her face beneath the strokes of
the blades above her, and a large weight pressed her body deep into the
mattress.
    Lily raised a shaking hand to stroke the short, wet
curls at the back of Joe’s head. His face nuzzled her breast and his hot mouth
latched onto her nipple. Lily’s heart squeezed. In the most elemental way, he
sought comfort from her body.
    He stirred, but she held him within the circle of her
thighs, reluctant to let him leave her. He plied her breast with glides of his
tongue then kissed the crest of her nipple and raised his head. “You make me
forget why I came here in the first place.”
    Lily smiled, feeling tired and a little sad. She didn’t
need reminding he was here only because he sought a “cure” for his condition.
    “You’ll call your voodoo priestess, today?” he asked.
    She nodded.
    “We have two questions for her, now.”
    Lily was suddenly too sleepy to ask him what the
second question was.
    “Lily?”
    “Yes?” she murmured sleepily.
    “Don’t go out alone today.”

CHAPTER SIX
    Lily woke with a start. Sunlight winked from the edges
of the blanket covering the door on her balcony. She reached out and felt along
the surface of her nightstand for her alarm clock and held it in front of her
face, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the