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enough to do any damage.
    He lifted his head. “You promised me a night, Emma. I’m collecting now.”
    She slapped both hands against his chest, jerking her head back. “That was in the cave. This is different.”
    â€œIs it?” He raised an eyebrow. “I can smell your desire right now. You want me, and you want this.”
    True. She might’ve been able to fight the desire rushing through her nerves, but the curiosity was something else entirely. Would it be as good as in her dreams? Would he be as good as in her dreams?
    â€œBetter.” He lowered her until her stilettos met the floor. “This first time I take you, love, I’d rather it not be in a living room.”
    She took a step back, her body trembling with need. God, she wanted this. Just one night. She could enjoy one night without becoming too attached. Or giving him false hope of a future. “The same rules apply. No marking and stay the hell out of my head.”
    He sighed. “As you wish.” Grasping her hand in his, he led her to the door—where they smacked into Conn. “What the ...”
    Conn glanced from Dage to Emma and back again. “Er, sorry bro. Prophet Milner wishes to speak with you.”
    Dage pushed his brother out of the way, tugging Emma down the hallway to the staircase. “Tell him no.”
    She had to practically run to keep up with him until they landed safely inside a plush bedroom complete with an extra large bed covered in shimmering silk. Dage snapped the lock into place, its click echoing around the room.
    Emma took a step away from him. What in the hell had she been thinking?
    He took a step forward, reaching to release his cuff links, a dark flush across his cheeks, his eyes heated silver and trained on her. His cuff links slid out and he unfastened each button with sure hands, striding forward until he stood but a breath away. The shirt cascaded to pool on the plush carpet, revealing that wicked sharp tattoo and hard tanned muscle.
    The scent of sandalwood and male whispered over her skin until her nerves tingled with need.
    His heated hands encircled her biceps, and he gently turned her to face the shaded window. She shivered. The release of the corset’s hidden zipper pierced the silence. The breath caught in her throat when he slid the material off her, his immortal body so big and strong behind her.
    Gentle hands released the pins from her hair. Curls tumbled down to cover her shoulders.
    Dage stepped in, winding one arm around her bare waist, pressing his heated chest to her bare back. Her body melted right into his, as if issuing one big sigh. His other hand swept her hair to the side, and his mouth descended to run along her shoulder. The moist warmth sent shivers through her body and she tilted her head to grant him greater access. His teeth scraped her jugular as he traveled so slowly up her neck to her jaw.
    He flattened a hand against her bare midriff, just under the nipples all but crying for his attention. What was he doing to her? She couldn’t move if someone firebombed the hotel.
    The room spun when he turned her, his mouth dropping to hers, his tongue sliding in to explore. To taste. Tempt. Take.
    Fire rushed through her. She stepped further into him, both hands tracing his abs up to his chest, appreciating the raw strength the king covered by diplomacy and design. She’d waited so long for him, to feel him. Just this once.
    He clutched her hair, tilting her head so he could go deeper, a growl emitting from his throat that somehow caused liquid need to coat her thighs. Prickles of erotic pain cascaded across her scalp. She fumbled with his belt buckle, releasing a sigh of relief when it unclasped. Sliding the zipper down, she took him in her hand. Part of him, anyway. Hot. Hard. Male.
    He released her mouth to concentrate on her skirt, releasing the side zipper until the material dropped to the floor. His eyes flared at her silk thong just