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thoughts of the queen and Cassie fled as he held his woman in his arms once again. Her small body pressed against his, so soft and yielding that he groaned with the pure bliss of the contact. He wanted her like no other. Wanted to sink his cock deep into the tight, wet folds of her core, bury his fangs in her delectable throat while he pumped into her, needed to hear her moans of pleasure turn into screams of release, his name on her lips.
    By the gods, he would have her now.
    He nipped at her lips before swirling his tongue between her teeth, gently stroking the sharp points of her fangs. Her sweet taste of spice and woman burst through him on a frothing wave of lust. She met him with the heady demand of her own desire and he reveled in it… her . He deepened the kiss, demanding more, and she gave it to him with wild abandon. With her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he could feel her hot core even through the denim they both wore. She rubbed slowly against his erection, sending sparks of pleasure through him clear to his balls. He gripped her tight, round ass with one hand while the other moved to cup her full breast, his thumb strumming the hard nub of her nipple through her shirt.
    She gave a small whimper as she broke the kiss, leaning her head against the door. Her dark bronze eyes were glazed with passion, her lips pink and swollen from his kisses. “Bed, behind you.” She panted.
    He turned toward the bed, noticing the room for the first time. Done in green and tan, a large bed dominated the small space, leaving only enough room for an old Victorian mirrored vanity of dark gleaming cherry wood with matching chair. It took only two steps to gently place her down on the chocolate brown bedspread. She looked so tempting lying there with long braids flowing around her, the little glass beads glinting off the soft light.
    “You’re wearing too damn many clothes,” he growled, yanking off her shirt with an impatient tug.
    He flung it behind him , his entire focus narrowed in on the unblemished expanse of smooth dark cocoa skin swelling into perfect twin mounds covered by a pink bra. His mouth watered at the sight of her nipples peaking above the lace trim like dark berries. Ripe for the plucking, they taunted him to taste them.
    Her small delicate hands reached for him, trailing over his zipper in a soft maddening stroke. He groaned as he pictured those hands holding his cock while she slid her mouth over it. He gritted his teeth against the urge to climax, wrestling it under his control while he gently removed her hands.
    “You keep touching him, I’m going to come before I even get started.”
    She smiled slightly, a mere lift of her lips, her dark eyes shadowed and a twinge of sadness lurked in their depths. “You still talk about your cock as if it’s a person?”
    He smiled gently down at her. “I seem to remember you gave him a name.”
    “Oh, yeah, I remember now. I called him Asaa Min . The hammer of the god.” Her laugh was soft and touched with a note of regret. He suddenly wanted to hear her laughter as it used to be, light and carefree, to be the one to elicit the response.
    “I want you , Mari. Anything you can give, I’ll take and work to gain your trust.”
    Her lips parted in protest, but he put a finger to his lips and shook his head. She closed her mouth, her dark eyes shimmering up at him with unshed tears. “I just want to take this time to love you. Let me do that and the rest we can deal with later.”
    Mari nodded in agreement and let her gaze drift to his hands, watching as he unzipped her jeans with quick nimble fingers. With one firm pull, he pushed the denim down around her ankles. In only seconds, she was bare except for the bra and matching lacy thong covering delectable skin.
    Standing at the foot of the bed, he bent, his knees on each side of her legs , and slowly crawled up her body, eyes closing in utter bliss at the softness and warmth of her flesh against his. Bracing