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rubbed the oil between her hands, warming it before she spread it over his broad shoulders.
     
    By the gods, it was the most arousing experience of her life. His flesh was very warm from his exercise, the muscles beneath hard and sculpted as marble. She ran her hands down his back and over his ribs, relishing the sensations. He bore several scars, probably sustained during his mortal life.
     
    Cyprian extended one long arm and she covered it with oil, running her fingertips along the alluring vein that ran down his thick biceps. She took his hand and stroked every inch of it, tracing the shape of each long, slender finger. His hands were absolutely beautiful. Sensitive yet strong. Those hands could bring crushing pain or unsurpassed pleasure. She longed to feel the latter.
     
    Leotine moved to his other arm, her heart pounding with anticipation as she refrained from working on his chest until she could scarcely wait to touch it.
     
    Taking more oil, she considered the best way to reach the front of his torso. Before she could decide for herself, Cyprian grasped her by the waist and hauled her atop him. She straddled him. His legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned back on his elbows, supporting himself while she oiled his chest. The tip of her tongue moistened her lips and she drew a steadying breath. She ran both hands over the broad expanse of his chest and curled her fingers in the dark hair before again caressing with her palms. Pausing a moment, she felt his heart beating slow and steady. Powerful. A blood-drinker’s heart, yet unquestionably alive . As she and her faction had learned long ago, these were not creatures resurrected from the dead, but a living, breathing race. Yet they were not of the mortal world. Tainted by evil, they weren’t fit to exist among men. They were killers who sucked the blood of her people. Like any decent mortal, the idea of blood sharing had always sickened her. Yet here and now with Cyprian, the thought of nourishing him with her blood increased her desire.
     
    This was wrong.
     
    His gaze flickered toward hers, once again reminding her of the part she must play. But was it still a part? Her body’s reaction to him was not forced, but instead beyond her control. She ached for him, the delicate flesh between her legs desperate for his touch. She was wet for him. So ready. His cock, thick and aroused, pressed between her legs. Resisting the urge to rock against it, she continued working on his torso. Her hands swept his chest, her thumbs swirling over his nipples before she spread the oil over his flat stomach.
     
    She moved to his feet and oiled him from ankle to hip. Breathing deeply, her body trembling slightly with need, she gazed at his cock. It was thick and had grown so long that part of the shaft and the bulbous head protruded past the foreskin. She longed to stroke it, learn its contours, roll her tongue over it and taste the first droplets of his essence.
     
    Finally through oiling him, she reached for the strigil and clasped it tightly to still her shaking hands. She began scraping away oil and sweat from his flesh. Never had she imagined enjoying such a revolting duty, but everything about Cyprian, from his scent to the feel of his skin, excited her beyond her darkest dreams.
     
    When she’d finished, she wiped her hands on a towel and stared as he stood and walked to a low table across the room. He lay on his stomach, his head turned in her direction, and gazed at her, summoning her with a look alone.
     
    At that moment, Leotine realized she had allowed him to control her completely. She had been sent to seduce him but he, with his beautiful demon eyes and sinful body, had been manipulating her instead.
     
    Regaining control of herself, she called upon a lifetime of training and decided to take charge of the situation. She stood and approached using her most seductive walk while keeping an expression of wide-eyed innocence.
     
    “Am I pleasing you,