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weight of her long body rubbing his as he filled both hands with her flesh. Go away until I call for you.
    “Yes, sire.”
    Eyoen waited for his servant’s presence to fade. Then he rolled his lover onto her back and smiled. “What a sweetheart, you are,” he praised softly, and his eyes glittered, pleased when she preened slightly beneath his praise. “So generous and caring,” he whispered. “You deserve a treat, I think,” he said, in a matter of fact tone completely at odds with his hands explicit movements on her body.
    “ I’m going to kiss you until you beg me to stop,” he told Cass slowly. “Then I’m going to shift my attention from your mouth to your neck. Then I’ll caress your big breasts until the tips get tight. I’ll nibble on that sweet, luscious little belly.” He laid a large hand over the area under discussion, and she shivered.
    He kept talking, a soft ly spoken, running commentary of all he planned to do to her. Happiness surged through him as she grew more aroused with every word, the anticipation or perhaps the visualization, acting as a potent aphrodisiac to her sensitive nerves.
    He felt her shift restlessly beneath him, impatient for his promised seduction to begin, and d eliberately he closed both hands over her wrists and squeezed. She instinctively tried to tug her way free, but laughed when she found that she could not. “No, you can’t get away from me, little girl,” he whispered, loving it as her legs fell open wider. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you tonight.”
    He’d observed that a light touch often irritated his beauty. Cass liked a firm hold, liked to know that he was stronger, yet capable of being weakened in her arms. It was the same on his star. Women were often appointed to positions of great power in society, but many chose to let their husbands take the lead in certain situations.
    Unlike on Earth, where such behavior was frequently met with scorn, Cyani females did not see their physical dif ferences as weaknesses, though even the smallest male demons were ten times as strong as their female counterparts. But such was the world. It was the natural order of things, and smart females knew that physical strength was a boon and a gift for them. Just as their sweetness was a priceless gift for the male. His Cass was extremely smart.
    “ I’ll stroke your arms, the bend of your elbows, and hold you down when you wriggle too much. I know you like that,” he smiled. “Don’t you baby?”
    She said nothing, wouldn’t respond out of stubbornness he knew, but her panting breaths, the faint tremor he discerned in her body, the rapid tattoo of pulse at her neck, these signs were as clear and bright as neon.
    “Each slender finger will receive the caress of my mouth. Then I’ll lick lines down each long leg and lave the backs of your knees. I’ll pull the tension from your toes and press against the arches of your feet until you feel the pleasure pulse between your legs. And only when you’re throbbing and running wet will I kiss you where you want my mouth the most. And I’ll keep kissing there until you scream out my name.”

Chapter seven
     
    Cass listened attentively, her body creaming as he’d foretold as Lee told her in explicit detail what he planned to do to her. He’d never acted like this before, and it was making her so hot she felt like the top of her head was going to blow off from the steam.
    Whatever had gotten into him since he’d been in the accident, she hoped it didn’t fade. He’d never been sexier or more appealing. The idea that she’d almost broken up with him made her sick. Or it w ould have if hot, thought scattering curls of pleasure had not followed his lips across her body. It was like he was heating her from the inside out, first with words, then with his actions.
    Her hea rt was beating hard, the blood flowing through her body so quickly a light sweat had broken out over her skin. She felt like she’d just had a