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on his big, muscular thighs and slowly smoothed them upwards, her thumbs dragging lightly over his tender inner skin.

Up, up, up, she went, her fingers stretching to touch the defined V of his lower abdomen and the delicious strip of muscle just above his hipbones. Smoothing down over his hips as he flexed a little to grind the head of his sex inside her mouth.

Eveline hummed in the back of her throat, letting the sound vibrate through her vocal cords and mouth, to tease his sensitive cockhead.

He stilled completely, his dark eyes glittering, awaiting her next move.

He was hesitant with her. He didn’t know, and he didn’t assume, that she wanted to taste him more than her next breath.

Eveline was rather amazed at the fact herself. She didn’t know it either, until just now when she had the thought, that she wanted him more than her next breath.

Intoxicated. He’d definitely done something to intoxicate her, fill her with the irresistible urge to have him.

She needed to have him. And so she would.

Without further ado, Eveline placed her hot little hands on each one of his muscular, perfectly rounded buttocks and squeezed, at the same time pulling him closer so that he sank another inch into her pliant mouth.

He huffed a surprised breath at her initiative and braced both hands above her on the sturdy headboard.

For long moments, he simply held there, the tip of his cock pulsing in her mouth, while she learned his unique flavor, lapped him up with her tongue, swirling it around his swollen head, then sucking him gently with her lips.

Dear Goddess, but he tasted soooo gooood.

Eveline had done this a few times in the past. She never enjoyed it before now. She’d never craved a male’s scent and essence the way she craved Ramses.

At best, she didn’t mind their smell. But the taste of their seed and the stuff before it had always been unpleasant. Something to muddle through if she was feeling particularly generous. Their taste was usually bitter, and the consistency of the fluid was quite a bit like snot. Rather disgusting, actually.

She liked it fine when the males performed oral services on her, but sometimes she got too impatient and skipped directly to full-on penetration. Oral sex the other way, where she was the one doing the work, was simply a chore. She dreaded it.

But here, now, with Ramses, Eveline was so turned on by the feel, smell and taste of him in her mouth that, further down, her core shuddered and wept with jealousy.

She pulled him deeper into her mouth by exerting pressure with her hands on his perfect ass.

He complied, letting her suckle him and loosen her jaw to take him into her throat.

Even so, only half of him fit, and already he’d hit the back of her throat.

There he stayed, unmoving, simply letting her throat muscles convulse around him, letting her mouth squeeze and milk him, an expression of determination and frustrated pleasure-pain on his face.

She pulled off him, and he shifted to move away, obviously thinking that this was as far as she was willing to go this night.

“Don’t hold back with me,” she said quickly, and by the look on his face, she’d surprised him yet again.

“I want everything. I make it hard; I will take care of it. I want to take care of you. I want you. Give it to me.”

Give me you.

He held her gaze for a few heartbeats, and then a satisfied, fundamentally male smile curled his lips.

Darkly, he said, “As you wish.”

And totally let her have it.

“They call us conquerors. They call us demons. Other Kinds fear us for our natural dominance and thirst for power. But this is simply who we are: Dark Ones. We thrive in the night when the most basic, primal senses come alive. Touch, taste, smell, sound. We revel in the intensity of pleasure and pain. We gorge on blood and sex. It is what we are made for, it is who we are—rulers of the night… ”

—From the Ecliptic Scrolls

Chapter Seven

She couldn’t know the animal she’d unleashed with her innocent command:

Give it to me.

But there was no going back now.

He’d give it to her. He wouldn’t hold back.

In a smooth elongation of his torso, Ramses reached behind his back with one arm and pulled his shirt off, leaving his body from knees up completely bare.

He grasped the headboard with both hands again and looked down into Eveline’s blue-gray eyes, locking their gazes.

“Open,” he commanded rough and