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didn’t ask, didn’t demand, didn’t expect, Grace found that she wanted to taste him, wanted to bring him pleasure. She’d given over to this illusion. It wasn’t the mortal and the demon having sex here, or even Grace and the harbinger of Michael’s destruction. This was just a man and woman coming together for a moment of ecstasy.
    She freed his cock from his breeches and drew her thumb across its velvet head, pearly fluid welling at her touch. Grace’s lips were whisper close to the tip, her tongue darting out to follow her thumb. He tasted of salt and sweet, and she swirled her tongue across the swollen flesh, down to the base, then back up again before she took him fully in her mouth, her talented tongue working his need.
    A sound began low in his throat, almost like a growl. “Grace.”
    She dug her fingers into his hips, pulling him forward, and opened her eyes to glance up and meet his gaze. Hellfire burned in those depths, and when she flicked her tongue, it blazed brighter. Closing her fingers around his member, she drew back to talk, stroking up and down to keep her momentum.
    “Yes?” She raised an eyebrow.
    “Enough.” Magick crackled in the air.
    Suddenly Grace found herself on her back, naked and splayed for his pleasure. Caspian covered her with his body, his weight pressing her down into the mattress, his mouth hot on her throat, his hands on her breasts, her hips, sliding between her thighs. She allowed him to anchor her hands above her head with one hand, but locked her legs around his waist. This wasn’t right. Not yet.
    “No,” she said sweetly.
    “What?” Caspian sounded disbelieving of what he’d heard. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”
    “I mean: on your back, demon.”
    Looking intrigued, he shifted his weight and rolled so that she was sitting astride him.
    “I’m going to finish what I started,” Grace explained. But she wouldn’t deny him what he wanted. She swung her long legs across him and worked her hips up his torso to press herself against his lips as she took his cock in her mouth.

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    Goings and Comings
    C aspian was afraid that he was going to embarrass himself. He hadn’t had a woman in years, and he couldn’t remember the last time any was so aggressive. He wanted to come, but he also wanted this to last forever, the delicious sensation of her mouth bobbing up and down on his rod. He had visions of spraying her face with his seed and watching that hot little tongue lap it up, or maybe to finish on those glorious tits . . .
    His cock surged, but he held on to his control. Barely.
    While tempted to just lie back and enjoy her ministrations, he refused to be outdone. He kept saying it over and over: He was a showman. So he grinned and pressed his face into her slit, his tongue sliding the length of it. Those sweet lips parted. His tongue forked and split, curling both around her clit and thrusting deep into her slick passage.
    She cried out, pausing in her task to mash herself down hard on his face. Caspian reacted with pleasure, thrusting harder and then replacing his tongue with his fingers. Then he licked her from slit to arse.
    Grace paused in her writhing, as if startled, but she didn’t tell him to stop; nor did she stop what she was doing to him. In fact, she took him fully into her mouth, deep-throating his cock. It broke his control, and he was suddenly surging inside her mouth. But he wanted her to come as well, wanted her screaming his name—
    He slipped his tongue back inside her, half of his oral member working her clit and the other driving past the rosebud ring of muscles several inches above. She was sweet and hot, her cries spurring him onward, and she was sitting upright now, her thighs braced on either side of his face, grinding against his mouth, begging him for more, for release.
    Caspian slipped another finger inside her, and then she was screaming as her orgasm hit and pleading for him to stop, but her hips were still thrusting