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her forward against him. She dug her fingers into his hair to tug his head away from her clit, but he was latched on like a familiar seeking a teat. He would not let go. Caspian could sense there was another peak building inside her and he wanted to shove her off it with extreme prejudice.
    Her screams hit an impossibly high pitch and he kept them there, playing her like a finely tuned instrument, and only when it sounded as if she were dying did he allow her bliss to ebb. There was evidence of her pleasure all over his face, and he licked his lips as he allowed her to crawl off him. She collapsed boneless and sated, curled against him, spasms still shaking her body. After a few moments, he spoke, though the sound was muffled. “You know, it’s a good thing I don’t need to breathe. Death by pussy is not one of my goals, even if it is a pussy as glorious as yours.”
    Grace crawled around to lay her head in the crook of his arm. “I thought most men wanted to die fucking.”
    “I can’t die,” he pointed out. No, he couldn’t die, but he could wish he was dead. He shuddered, thinking back to that ill-fated affair with Lilith.
    “Well, in that case.” She moved like she was going to straddle him again. Caspian laughed and moved his hands to her hips to help out, licking his lips with a forked and primed tongue. He felt her slit spasm and clench against his thigh just from watching him, and she bit her bottom lip.
    “Okay, you win. For now.” She settled back down, clearly ready for a nap.
    “You haven’t fulfilled your end of the contract yet. This wasn’t the big show, you know. Just foreplay.”
    “Oh, yeah?” Grace sounded intrigued, interested even, but it was clear she was spent.
    “Yeah. But, it’s a good down payment.”
    She burrowed closer, her eyes closing. “I should think so.”
    “So, we can begin plotting your revenge,” he pointed out.
    She yawned. “Later, I think. Sleep now. This has waited four years; I suppose it can wait one more night.”
    Caspian smirked. He’d enjoy taking advantage of this whole revenge plot. Just like he’d told her earlier, men hated to see their women, exes or not, with someone else. And if Grace wasn’t completely over her relationship with her evil ex, she would be by the time he was done with her. Everyone knew the fastest way to get over one man was to get under another—or a Crown Prince of Hell like himself.
     
    By morning he was having second thoughts. Grace had been sleeping for some time, but he, Caspian, great Crown Prince of Hell, next in line for the great Throne of the Damned, was having chest pain. A heart attack. That’s the only thing it could be. He’d stayed all night and fucked the woman every which way from Sunday and she’d still been ready for more. If he could die, he might be worried.
    Okay, so he was worried. This pain in his chest, he didn’t like it. There was a nagging in the back of his head that told him this wasn’t a physical malady; it was because he actually liked this woman. Wasn’t that just a rancid bitch?
    Sure, Caspian had always been a lover of women. He loved how they looked, how they smelled, how they tasted; he loved the little sounds they made when he was riding them like horses at the track. He even liked to listen to them talk, liked the sound of their voices. And it was all women, really. Thick ones, thin ones, large breasts, small breasts, she of the childbearing hips and backyard, and those less gifted. Short hair, long hair, blue eyes, brown eyes . . . Earth was a smorgasbord to him. So much so, that he had never really paid attention enough to his lovers to know if he liked them as people. But, he liked Grace .
    Caspian cringed as the pain in his chest doubled. It was sharp like a pinch from a clamp on his nipple, twisting because he liked her.
    Damn! Again, he had to stop thinking about her. Especially as a person. Too bad he’d let her talk him into a contract, because he would leave her high and