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  • Dreams Made Flesh(Black Jewels,Book 5)(160) by Anne Bishop
  • "And I see a woman so obessed with a man she tried to harm a Queen."

    Her pleasure at having him in her bedroom vanished. "Is that why you're here? Because of stupid Jaenelle?"

    For a moment, his face became a cold mask carved out of fine wood. Then he smiled. "You're right, darling. Jaenelle has no place in this room. This is between you and me."

    His hands caressed her arms beneath her nightgown. He wasn't actually touching her…he couldn't take his eyes off the woman in the mirror any more than she could stop watching him…but she felt his hands caressing her arms. Then another pair of hands caressed her br**sts…and another pair lightly stroked the insides of her thighs.

    "How…" she gasped. But she couldn't form the question because a pair of lips brushed over hers. Two mouths closed over her ni**les, licking and suckling. And another mouth…

    Moaning, she arched her back and rested her head on his shoulder. This was so delicious, she never wanted it to stop, never wanted it to end.

    Gently, relentlessly, those hands caressed her, those mouths licked and suckled… until the pleasure became an unbearable craving for hisreal hands, hisreal mouth.

    "Touch me," she gasped, ripping open the nightgown to reveal her br**sts. "I need you to touch me."

    "Not yet," he whispered. "Not yet."

    It didn't stop, didn't end. The pleasure went on and on until she began weeping from the need for release.

    "Daemon…please!"

    His right hand curled around her neck, and the warmth of that hand was ten times better than the feel of those phantom hands and mouths.

    Feeling intensified until the pleasure became excruciating. As she finally crested, she felt a sharp prick in her neck, which somehow only added to her climax. The fierce release gradually eased to warm waves of pleasure, and finally faded to a delicious glow.

    Still watching her, Daemon stepped away from the chair.

    Gasping, Lektra stared at the flushed, wild-eyed woman in the mirror. A woman thoroughly satisfied by her lover.Brutally satisfied. And now…

    Feeling strangely heavy and numb, she twisted on her perch to face

    him. "Now you…" It took her a moment to understand what she was seeing…and what she wasn't seeing. "You…You're not aroused."

    "Why would I be?" he replied, sounding bored and cold. So terribly cold.

    "It didn't excite you to make love to…"

    "I serviced you like I serviced the bitches in Terreille who tried to play games with me. Love had nothing to do with it."

    She slid down into the seat. Her legs didn't feel right. Neither did her arms. And she couldn't quite draw a full breath.

    "You don't mean that," she panted. "You love me, and I love you."

    "I don't know you…and you don't know me."

    "But…" She pushed herself out of the chair and tried to walk over to him, but her legs wouldn't hold her. She collapsed on the floor. "There's something wrong with me."

    "Everything has a price." Holding out his right hand, he flexed his ring finger. "The price for playing with the Sadist is pain."

    She watched the snake tooth slide out beneath the long, black-tinted nail. "You…youpoisoned me?"

    He looked at her and smiled a cold, cruel smile. "Yes."

    Remembering the prick she felt, she tried to reach up and touch her neck. "You poisoned me… while… I… was…"

    "Coming. Yes."

    "Why?"

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