good. So good. She wanted more.
She tipped her head back and looked up at his face.
Hard. Handsome. Crystal-gray eyes glittering in the
dimness, catching moonlight as it streamed through an
open window.
Beautiful eyes. So familiar. No translucent being,
this. Not Ka or Ba flown free of the corporeal form, but
man. Hot, hard, man.
She wet her lips and turned her head a little. Wanting. Yearning. A tight coil of desire spiraled deep and
tied her in knots. The head of his cock stroked her lips.
Her tongue darted out. She couldn’t help it. He was
thick and hard, and as she turned her head and took him
in her mouth, he let out a slow hiss of pleasure.
His hand cradled the back of her head, holding her
in place, and he pumped slowly into her mouth—not
too deep…just enough to make her moan and arch to
take more. She inhaled through her nose, taking in the
luscious scent of his skin. She remembered that
smell—fresh, faintly citrus. He smelled of himself. He
smelled so damned good she wanted to swallow him
whole.
So she did. She took him as deep as she could, and
still she couldn’t take the whole of him. Her bound
wrists made it impossible to clutch the muscled globes
of his buttocks. And she wanted that. Wanted to dig her
fingers into his solid flesh. Frustrated by her bindings,
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she wriggled closer, pressed herself full against his
thighs and took him deeper still.
