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the stairs, he towered over her as he came around to where she knelt, vulnerable and captured. Anxiety fluttered, but he squatted next to her, stroking her hair. His mouth was wet from suckling her, and she wanted to touch his lips. He didn’t permit her that, but he did release the chains, even slid the gown back up onto her shoulders, covering her aching breasts, the friction of it on her nipples enough to make her sway as he brought her to her feet.
    She was the initiator, the aggressor, the strategic planner when it came to lovemaking, because that was her job. It was a job she loved, but it was still a job. He wasn’t giving her time to plan or calculate, had actually stolen any need to do so. She just followed her own desires—and his commands—and was lost in it.
    Closing his grip on her wrist, he slowly twisted her arm behind her, bringing her into his body fully. His other hand tangled in her hair, his fist tightening in it.
    This was different from the hint of mastery from those slender chains. This was full mastery, his strength obviously far greater than hers, and he was going to use it to overpower her, take her where he wanted her.
    “No.”
    “Yes.”
    She bit him when he got too close, unsheathing her fangs, something she never did. He pushed her arm up higher, sending pain ricocheting through her shoulder. She let go of him, her eyes flashing, and he nodded. “Now lick it off, nice and gentle.”
    She did, but she pressed her breasts into his chest at the same time, rubbed herself against his cock with a courtesan’s expertise and a woman’s raw need. Her mist had an edge now, an edge that kicked the breeze into a sharper wind that swirled through the chamber, rippling the curtains and blowing out several of the candles, increasing the shadows.
    “Do your worst, succubus. You can’t harm me.” Letting go of her arm, he banded both of his around her, lifted and slammed her against the wall. Not hard enough to harm her, but hard enough to underscore his point, make her want him more. He took full command of that kiss, so deep her jaw strained under the assault. She tasted his blood, dug her nails into his back, seeking more of it. If he’d worn a shirt, she would have shredded it as she unleashed her full strength, her nails wicked talons that could lay open flesh like a machete.
    Her body undulated against him. He might have control of her arms and upper body, but a succubus’s flexibility was like a serpent’s. She worked her hips with the precision of a harem dancer, stroking him with heat that had impressive results, even through the too-thick denim. Pulling her off the wall, he hiked her up against him, and brought her back to the bed.
    “Let’s slow this down.” When she sought to take his mouth again, he pinned her wrists with one hand, settled his other hand on her throat, holding her head down as he took his mouth down her sternum. She writhed but couldn’t throw him off. Even now, with the strength of her magic coursing through her, both as witch and succubus, he was much stronger. He slid his body half over hers, had her pinned.
    Sexual energy was pulsing off her, building to the intensity of a nuclear threat. If he was wrong, she wouldn’t only drain him. She’d leave him a skeleton and send a power surge through the whole house that would blow out every circuit. Probably every transformer within fifty square miles.
    He lifted his head, nostrils flaring, eyes registering the power increase. “It’s like the smell of your cunt, magnified a hundred times,” he growled. “Intoxicating.”
    Her body rippled at the rough language, her most primal senses responding to it. He wasn’t the least bit afraid. His cock was hard, his body revved with lust, absorbed in the pleasures he was taking, but he wasn’t lost. His desire wasn’t caused by the disorientation of her magic. He was remaining in full command. Desperately—and way too late—she realized his gift to her