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last seen him formed in her mind. Maybe he didn t feel as a mortal would. Maybe he
couldn t, but she mattered to him enough that he d sent her away to protect her. She
knew she wasn t wrong about that.
Dragging in a deep breath, she let it out slowly, focusing, and finally opened her
eyes to stare at the spells she d laid on the floor.
Daegon. It wasn t his name. It was the name he used at Noir. Even if he d
trusted her enough to give her his true name, he certainly wouldn t have allowed
everyone that came to the club to know.
Noir. Black. Dark. She considered that for several moments.
Daegon---Day gone.
Abruptly, she knew what his name was, with a certainty that gave her the
confidence to begin the ritual. Contrary to what she d more than half believed, she felt
the power of the spell immediately, and it grew the longer she chanted the words. She
felt the gateway open.
Doubt shook her. Was the spell the same if they were already on the Earthly
plain?
Had she guessed the name wrong?
She moved the summoning spell aside to reveal the banishing spell and continued
the chant. Nite! she said when she knew the gates had opened wide. Come to me! I
command you!
The crackle of flames and the smell of sulfur sent a shudder through her.
Who summons & !
Maura s eyes flew open at the roar of their own accord. Her heart nearly beat its
way out of her chest before recognition struck her. Daegon was staring at her in blank
disbelief. He blinked even as she met his gaze, his face contorting in a ferocious scowl as
he looked around.
A shiver clawed its way up her spine when he slid a speculative gaze at her. You
summoned me, he growled. What do you want, mortal?
A little damned appreciation, Maura thought angrily.
He was a beast, she reminded herself. It wasn t even logical to expect him to
behave like a mortal would. It relieved her, though, when she saw his gaze flicker over
her hungrily. She unfolded her legs and planted her feet on the floor, making no attempt
to block his view of her sex. She d dressed herself in her own concept of bondage a
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black leather camisole that bracketed her breasts, leaving them bare, and ended mid-hip,
and nothing else.
Her throat closed at the look in his eyes. I want you to feed upon me, Incubus,
until I tell you to stop. Punish me until I beg for release and then give me release.
She heard him swallow. He looked doubtful, suspicious, but he dropped to his
knees, his expression slack with hunger. Feed?
Yes.
He moved toward her almost as if he was fighting the urge, jerkily. Her eyes
rolled back in her head when he covered the tip of one breast with his mouth and began to
suckle her ravenously. She had the sense that he expected her to shove him away at any
moment and he was desperate to feed as much as he could before she did.
She settled back, enjoying the torture as he moved from one breast to the other
and down to her clit. Tongue fuck me, she demanded abruptly. But don t let me
come.
His head jerked upward at the demand. He stared at her a moment and dropped
lower. It was sheer delightful torture to feel his tongue trusting inside of her. The clit,
too, she gasped. And my nipples.
She thought she was going to die. It took everything she could do to hold still for
him, to fight off the urge to demand release, but she fought it for all she was worth as
long as she could bear it.
Make me come! she gasped when she couldn t stand it anymore.
He surged over her as if he d only been waiting for the command, spearing his
double cock into her almost violently and driving deeply. He d barely sunk to the root
when he began to pump into her feverishly. She climaxed. He held her there, convulsing
in rapture until she was gasping for breath and then allowed her to relax for a moment
and brought her to her peak again and then again.
She had to keep reminding herself it wasn t only her needs that she d meant to
appease. She d summoned him to give him what he needed. She fought the urge to
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