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enough for her to shatter, her body bucking as it clutched dangerously on his thumbs. Charles knew he was adept at this, but she came longer than he’d known any woman to. Loving the reaction, he pushed her to go longer still. Her cries turned to pleasured whimpers and finally to long, soft sighs.
    “One more,” she murmured even as she took it.
    Her hips shuddered once, twice, and then every muscle she had went limp.
    He pulled from her, panting hard. She was sleeping now—or sleeping still, he supposed—this slumber deep and peaceful. One-tenth of her satisfaction would have suited him. He sat back on his heels and rubbed his aching jaw, his body shaking with unreleased tension. His prick was so aroused it felt like it was buzzing, and the front of his sleep pants stuck to his skin in a large wet patch. His cock had been dripping with excitement all this while, wishing it could share each and every one of her orgasms. It was white-hot now, a universe of lust embodied in a single rod.
    The urge to rub it had his nails digging into his palms.
    Do it, he thought, echoing Sahel. Do it before your conscience gets the best of you.
    Her legs were splayed before him, her vulva glistening with her emissions. She smelled like sex incarnate, like an invitation to debauchery. Charles undid the tie that held his trouser flaps together, peeling the damp material from his skin. His scrotum was tight and throbbing, his shaft thrust high enough to bump his own body. He gritted his teeth, afraid to touch himself. He knew he shouldn’t do this, knew it was breach of trust, but—perverse creature that he was—the knowledge only made him want it more.
    Do it, he ordered. Better this than what you really want.
    He fisted himself almost grimly, low and tight around his root. One stroke had him fighting back a moan of shock, had him clenching deep inside against the power of this pleasure. God, it was good to do this over her, to do this watching her. Every nerve he had seemed to coil and scream for relief, but he went as slowly as he could bear. He might never get another chance like this. He doubted she’d wake again tonight, not after he’d exhausted her. His cock thickened in his hand, hurrying toward release in spite of his wishes. Feeling how close he was getting, he knew he ought to grab a rag to spill into.
    But that wasn’t what he craved in his lustful heart. He crawled over her on his knees instead, trembling with anticipation, pointing the hard, pulsing head while her breasts rose and fell in sleeping innocence.
    He knew exactly where he wanted his seed to go.
    His hand moved faster, rougher, need overruling will. Images rose like monsters in his mind, driving him higher yet. He saw the Yama from the market, lounging like a pasha with his legs stretched out. Charles knelt on the sandy cobbles before his chair, and then he heard Sahel groan as she kissed Herrington. Some nightmare from his unconscious grabbed his hair and jerked it from behind. Mine, it said, hard and cold as steel. Mine until you lose yourself to your desires.
    His fist made a slapping noise on his sweaty skin, a blur of desperate motion that whipped him to the edge and then over. Sensation burst like a star in his prick and thighs. He exploded over her nipples, long, white ribbons of ejaculate. The sight was so arousing to his twisted mind that he peaked again, moaning at the sweetness of the hard climax.
    Charles knew how to pleasure himself, and he’d used the shadow side of his desires to strengthen his release before. In truth, he hardly knew how to avoid it. And yet in spite of that he’d never come as powerfully as this.
    He looked down at Beth, saw her, sleeping like an angel spattered with his seed. Whatever needs her dream had stirred up, she hadn’t deserved to be used this way. Despising himself, he swung off her body and out of the bed. The carpet was soft beneath his bare feet, his head as light as if he’d recovered from a long fever. He