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the hard dark muscles of
his chest, lower, and found what she wanted. His erection was huge and thick,
and she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking him, first gently, and then
with increasing speed and pressure.
    Lucien groaned. "Stop,
love."
    "Why?"
    "It’s too much."
    "Oh..." she’d
forgotten he’d never made love before, and this new stimulation would
bring him to culmination quickly if she wasn’t careful. Another time, once
he had learned the ways of loving better, she could caress and fondle him. But
for now, it was time to bring centuries of longing to an end. She opened her
thighs, slipping them to the outside of his, and urged him over her, loving the
weight of his massive body pressing her into the bed.
    She took hold of that heavy sex
again, and guided him to the long-ignored opening of her body.
    "Take me, Lucien," she
urged. He arched his hips slowly, and Sarahi cried out with joy as he filled
her like no one ever had before. The pressure of his penetration was sufficient
to set off in her an orgasm the likes of which she had never imagined, and she
wept with pleasure at its strength.
    The ecstatic clenching of her
internal muscles was more than sufficient to bring Lucien to the first climax
in his entire existence. He groaned at the unexpected sensation, and lowered
his mouth to hers for a long and perfect kiss.

Chapter
5

    Mojave Desert 1978
    Sarahi sat on a metal folding chair
outside her travel trailer. Hunger gnawed furiously at her belly. It was
insane. She should have been able to go many weeks between feedings, even half
a year if necessary. But now, after only six weeks, she felt as though
starvation was setting in.
    Or maybe her reserves were low
because of her grief. She’d never had such a beautiful night as the one
she had spent with Lucien, but when she woke in the morning, he’d been
gone, his honey sweet love draped over her body like a blanket, but his
powerful presence no longer beside her in the bed.
    She’d grieved that desertion
like she hadn’t grieved in centuries, not since Alexander. Her poor
darling. He’d loved her with a passion unequaled among human men, her
warrior, named for the emperor, beautiful, blond and strong. But not strong enough.
Tears flooded her brilliant green eyes as she remembered the day she’d
realized his will wouldn’t last, that he was turning. It had taken every
last ounce of her resolve to take him past the point of loss of soul, all the
way to destruction, but she’d done it. She’d killed him to save
him.
    She had thought this time would be
different. Nephilim were stronger than men, and semi-divine. Lucien should have
been able to withstand her needs. But he’d left her. In some ways it was
harder than Alexander’s death, because with Lucien she’d dared
hope. But he was gone. Her hunger grew, but she felt no desire to fill it. She
was nearly nauseous with the gnawing in her belly, but the thought of pursuing
other food, of seeking out people coupling in dark corners and feeding on their
passion, actually made it worse. She gagged at the thought.
    After Lucien, no one would satisfy
her again. She wondered if, in this present apathy, she would actually starve
herself to death. The way she felt, it wouldn’t take long, and she
honestly didn’t care.
    She closed her eyes and willed sleep
to come. The desert sun beat down on her milky skin. She couldn’t burn,
so what difference did the heat make? She inhaled the clean, hot scent of the
desert; of exotic flowers and scrub and the endless, baking sun. And then a
familiar scent wended its way through to her senses. Her eyes shot open.
    A dark shape knelt above her, the
sun shining on ebony skin gleaming with sweat. He’d shaved off his hair,
completely gone, but those burning dark eyes boring down into hers were no less
intense for the weeks which had passed.
    "Lucien?"
    "I’m here, my
love."
    "Where were you?"
    "I am still one of the
nephilim. I have work to do."
    "Killing my sisters."
    He